It has been my goal this year to publish a blog post every other day and I have done pretty well over all. There has been a gap this last week because my grandmother passed away. It was not unexpected because Hospice care (which we feel was truly a help in her medical care) became involved at her doctor’s recommendation at the end of July. However, they had assured us several times that she definitely wasn’t going that weekend and might last a month more, so it still managed to be a bit of a shock. I hope to get back to my regular schedule soon, but I thought I should let people know. Look for a tribute to her to come later.
I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you – oh, you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead – he is just away.
He Is Not Dead by James Whitcomb Riley