Six Weeks After My Wife’s Memorial, My Son Said We Were Selling the House Without Knowing I Had Already Moved

trees that have been here longer than any of us. Margaret found it and she chose it and she left it for me, and every morning when I come out onto the screened porch with my coffee I understand something about love that I could not have understood from a distance.

Love is not just feeling. It is provision. It is the long, patient work of arranging things continue reading …