death

I Love This: The Wrong Funeral

Divine Openings Giver Kimber Spruce sent this in. We don't know who wrote it, and I don't post all the cutesy (and never the tear-jerker) stories everyone puts on the internet..... but the vibration of this one was so light and lovely, I had to post it. You'll enjoy it.
 
THE WRONG FUNERAL

Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of
The pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest
Friend---my mother.

She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt

Is It "Good" or "Bad"?

Is It "Good" or "Bad"?

It's amazing how death can bring new appreciation of life. That has happened for me. City View Ranch's beloved little white, spotted dog, Milk, is dead. She was two years old.

Earlier in the day she was twisting in the air leaping at a passing butterfly, earnestly trying to catch flying buzzards, and barking at me for attention, rivetting me with her piercing blue eyes.
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