Becca and I were just talking about Mother yesterday, when a Robin began to join us for our walk. She would flit along the trail and wait for us, time and again, looking at us and cocking her little head. Memories of Mother flooded both of us. I remember that the 4th was the day that she had lost her own dear mother, and that she was always a bit melancholy and reflective on that day. How much they must be enjoying each other's company today....in Glory!....and what hope that has given me!
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