Escaping the flame

This is such an interesting, beautifully written blog.

Friends without borders

I was helping a friend with a clean-out of his grandparents home.  The grandmother was selling her home and needed help with stuff that had accumulated over the years.  All sorts of things were discarded.  From old, kitschy decorations to books and dinnerware – some of it never used.  I couldn’t help myself but to drift off on occasion and wonder about each item and how they came to rest at this house.  I’m sure that every item had a story.  Imagining the day that the two of them went shopping and doted on each other.  A pensive look into each others eyes with a tacit approval of the selection.  Life was precious.

So, it was hot and we sat in the shade.  We talked a bit, and something that I didn’t know was revealed.  Her husband had died last year.  My friend never told me this part of the story. …

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