Time marches on

This pretty much summed up my weekend: The same day I shared my mother’s birthday cake, I helped carry my uncle’s casket.

But the occasions were memorable.

I saw people and relatives I hadn’t seen in decades. I caught up with a town and a people that embraced and molded me.

The hugs were warm and the handshakes sincere. I reminisced until my mouth went dry.

My time off also opened my eyes.

I saw saints this weekend.

They endure unimaginable heartache and carrying unspeakable burdens. They are flesh-and-blood reminders that compassion walks and lives among us.

They sacrifice more than any person should have to. And they do it out of love.

God bless them all.

 

 

 

 

 

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