In 1994 my spouse, Claude, was fighting a losing battle with the Grim Reaper. Often, in those days, our prayers were void of words. We’d come to our accustomed place for prayer and place our hands down as a gesture of turning our needs over to our heavenly Father and then we’d turn our hands upward to indicate our trust and willingness to take whatever He deemed best.
Today my good friend, Doctor Wallace McGill, joined Heaven’s chorus. He leaves behind a devoted family and a host of friends.
Winter is my least favorite season of the year. The gray, myopic sky hovers like a giant prssure cooker ready to spew out winter’s demons. I don’t like goodbyes. I do like hellos and hugs.