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True Beauty

In the end, life is as simple and beautiful as banana pudding, egg salad sandwiches, and a dusty ol’ Navy duffel bag. My 95-year-old father-in-law passed away more than a year ago. He lived in Charlevoix, Michigan a beautiful little tourist city in northern Michigan. Last week, I helped clean out his house. A flood of memories was almost enough to fill the nearly empty rooms. There were so many laughs here. So much joy. I heard the little voices of the grand kids banging pots and pans at midnight on New Year’s Eve. I flashed back to family dinners, playing cards, and impromptu dance parties as music and laughter echoed through the house. It’s an odd feeling going through …

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I’m Not Who I Was

Youth is wasted on the young. ~ George Bernard Shaw I kept a journal in the eighties. Wait, let me rephrase that, I kept a journal for a few months in the eighties. I still have it. The other night I took it down from the top shelf in my closet, dusted it off and opened it to page one. My first thought is…fascinating. We’ll get back to that. My birthday is tomorrow. I didn’t think I would enjoy getting older; I do. Life has been a wonderful teacher and in recent years, I have become a more attentive student. I’ll gladly take the grey whiskers and wrinkles – sorry, “laugh lines,” along with the gained wisdom and discernment. A …