Without knowing death, can one live? To think that time is eternal. Yet I search everywhere and he is no more. No more morning hellos or precious hugs. No more bounding joy or deepest love. No more playful antics or heartfelt looks. Can life remain the same when one dies in your arms, the last breaths fade and the body jerks? Left facing a stark reality that questions what is really real. No more than dust that returns to dust beneath a hand dug grave? How fragile time is. Life is but a vapor… walking on the threads of time.
“Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” — James 14:4
"Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." Ernest Holmes 
Hi Nora! Beautiful blog. I am saddened about Baxter but know you are clinging on to and being grateful for him and having him in your life. Blessings!
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Thank you Louise! Yes he was a true blessing. A reminder that time is short here on earth.
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