My life has been the “Tale of Two Cities,”
“It was the worst of times, it was the best of times.”
Like all of you there are places in time that are always with me (and some I wish weren’t).
This weekend – this day – is another of those “Dickinson” moments from a previous year. A mixture of joy and pain. But without the pain the joy would not be as joyous.
So as I remember the pain of a life (a life much longer than some). I remember the pain that has birthed my moments of joy, while sadly pondering the might have been’s.
I hope that you appreciate the joy and many years you have been blessed. I hope you can appreciate the pain that played a small part in making it possible to comprehend the depth of those joyous of moments.