It's a new year...
and though only a few weeks have passed by so much has happened.
It has been very mild (and wet)...
and the snow has stayed up on the mountains.
The bald eagles have settled in the neighbourhood for the winter.
I counted twenty-eight perched in the grove beside the road one day as I walked.
(My i-phone zoom is not quite up to 'counting eagles'.)
(My i-phone zoom is not quite up to 'counting eagles'.)
This one is perched at the top of a tree next to 'my front porch' today...
enjoying the view and the sunshine.
Family arrived from Iowa, Texas and Manitoba...
and we gathered around one table or another last week.
Stories were told...
...and re-told.
We met for the last time in the 'party room' of Garden Park Tower...
Dad and Marge's home for the past six and a half years.
While they were all here...
Marge passed away peacefully.
She is now walking, running and rejoicing in heaven...
with her loving Saviour.
She suffered a major stroke several months ago and shared with me that she wished she could have 'gone home' then.
She was looking forward to walking again...
and running...
and playing softball.
She would pitch again, just like she once did.
I said I would play first base...
just like I once did.
One day we will do that!
She was a loving wife and best friend to my dad for the last 18 years...
and we treasure all the good memories.
She was a loyal Blue Jays and Canucks fan...
Rook champion...
his travelling companion and good listener.
She will be missed.
My sister Kathy brought me a Christmas gift when she was here last week...
a beautifully handcrafted table runner.
The message spelled out so clearly is not only for Christmas but for all year long.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”~ Romans 15:13
