It’s a beautiful day, cooler outside than here by the computer. I was just sitting on the porch with Dan where we watched butterflies flitting about enjoying calm about the yard. All is quiet due to our barn swallow summer visitors leaving for places south.
I notice the sun is starting its creep across the tile from the south windows. Right now a half tile, by mid December eight or more where we will soak up it’s warmth instead of seek shade.
Season change, beauty that comes with it and feelings of content that it brings mean nothing right now to long time acquaintances who, due to a blood clot this past week, suddenly lost their oldest, early 30’s son. The funeral this morning was a tribute to a young man who loved and valued his wife and daughter, his family and friends. He worked at Hills in Topeka and I can’t remember when I’ve been to a funeral where so many from a work place came to pay tribute which tells me how much he was respected there.
For this young man, it didn’t take the winter of a lifetime to build an full account of loving, happiness and respect. He said goodbye too soon, but left a legacy fitting for everyone.