Tomorrow, my face to face group will meet to start our discussion of Karen Armstrong's Twelve Steps to a Compassionate Life (2010).
The Case for God (2009) as part of my background reading, but I haven't even cracked it open yet. I know why I haven't been reading much and only got three posts written for the entire first half of this month — one of my best friends died December 29th. Jane had asked me to do her funeral, which was actually a memorial service on Saturday, January 4th, followed by her burial at National Cemetery on Monday the 6th. Then I could turn off my "official role" and grieve. Nothing seems quite right anymore, though I have been going through the motions. Something makes me smile, and I want to tell Jane about it — or I'm out running errands and want to call Jane to meet me for lunch. I miss her — a lot — but life must go on.
My grandson Jamey turned 21 last week. Here he is at his birthday dinner, sitting beside 4-year-old Raegan, who loves her Uncle Jamey.
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