Two years ago today on Thanksgiving my wife Susan died of sudden heart failure. She was 57.
Today at church she was used as an example of leaving a legacy in a message on James 4:13-17 by her son-in-law, Alan.
This afternoon there’s a baby shower for Mercy Susan, born two weeks ago. Mercy Susan is her namesake’s ninth grandchild.
Me? I’m hosting a wine-tasting for our family’s Toe Tag Wines. I choose to be around friends and celebrate life, of which wine is a symbol.
My song for the day is Holes by Passenger:
Well sometimes you can’t change and you can’t choose
And sometimes it seems you gain less than you lose
Now we’ve got holes in our hearts,
yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Where we’ve got holes,
we’ve got holes but we carry on