Last week my cousin’s husband, Jim, passed away. The funeral was held in the Cathedral in Superior and it was full. That was the kind of man Jim was. His life touched many others. He loved life and his family dearly. He was one of those people who lived with joy in his heart and he brought it to others. He also loved baseball and was a devoted coach. The family chose this thought from Thoreau for the card:

Every blade
in the field
Every leaf
in the forest
Lays down
its life
in its season
As beautifully
as it was taken up

It is true, but today I feel Jim’s season was too short for us.