Another nephew rose to declare that Abe had told him he was the favorite meatball. Abe's body might have been inside, but his spirit was with us in that room. The legacy he left behind was love, and it was palpable. We all went back to David and Diana's house for something to eat. There, on the table next to the coffee urn, was the biggest, most beautiful chocolate cake I'd ever seen.
Life is pretty much back to normal now.
I have another hospice patient to sing with and though it's not the same, Mary loves the music, too. It is one of Atira s and my favorites. We should be determined to live for something. May I suggest that it be creating joy for others, sharing what we have for the betterment of person kind, bringing hope to the lost and love to the lonely. A great read for any age as it makes you put on your spiritual thinking cap.