Saturday, September 28, 2013

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times.

A slight change in the order of Charles Dickens’ famous quote in A Tale of Two Cities
suits the situation.

Today my little sister would have turned 61, had not grim cancer spirited her away.
Today my nephew Eric celebrated with near friends and family the beginning of
his and Sara’s wedding weekend.

We are a sum of all that we have seen and experienced: formed by an 
accumulation of the events that we have lived, both sad and happy.

May there always be joyous moments to compensate for the sorrowful, 
the best of times to outweigh the worst of times.

Thank you Sara and Eric 
– we can now remember the date with gladness to temper the sadness.