This morning the birds are singing, there is a promise of sunshine, and we await the arrival of children and grandchildren who will bring more cheer and laughter, helping us move through these early days of grief. They will remind us of the promise of new life, as my niece comes bearing a child whose due date is my father's birthday.
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While you were riding out the storm with an entertaining movie, I was losing sleep because the dog barked, moaned and scratched with every flash of lightning and roar of thunder. There's more than four inches in the rain gauge, and Canal Drive is impassable. The rain is still falling here.
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