Today I look at the flowering trees and think of you.
When we enjoyed them last spring we had no reason to think it would be our last dogwood season together.
Now you lie in the cold ground with woods of redbud all around, but cannot see, or smell, or move to raise your eyes skyward.
But, then I see an unexpected crane, a cardinal or a deer and I wonder if that is so.
Sue Baugh Mattingly – April 15, 2015