One good thing

[image error]A young father lay dying.  Our sons, then in third grade together, had been playmates since kindergarten.  When word came that Richard was ill, I'd brought soup to the door, then lemon cake.  Such small gestures; just a way to say, "I am thinking of you."  One day I stayed on to chat with Richard in the quiet house, and later his wife Jane called and asked if perhaps I could come again.  

So it was that in the midst of my busy life with two small children, I was invited to pause, and to draw ...