Taking the dogs out while it was still dark, I discovered it was a dreary, cold and rainy morning; so much so that I decided to make a bowl of Oatmeal for breakfast.
Then, while perusing my “morning feeds,” I came accross a story that caused me to pause.
The oatmeal warmed my body and the words warmed my spirit.
One of the blogs I follow has to do with wine and I will admit, sometimes I pass it by because I’m just not always in the mood to read about wine. This morning, I started the post and decided that it should be re-blogged here.
Allison reminded me that one of the many reasons we have viewings/visitations and funerals is to learn what our loved ones meant to others. Often, those stories, unknown until then, open doors to rooms we never knew existed.
When our lives come to an end, all we can hope for is someone to be able to write something like this about us. Off the Vineyard Trail #5: The First Anniversary of a Life Well-Lived.
The challenge is will we have earned the honor?