Folks, I was over at the house of the gal my dad married after my mother died. We had dinner and sat down for some convo. She has been lonely since his passing. I wish he had been able to hold it together for another decade, but he had no will to live after losing function after his stroke at 86 years old. Way too active of a guy to put up with being wheelchair bound.
My second mom had an old 1897 hymn book with my favorite hymn (323) in it that I again snapped pics of. It was penned by Eliza Roxcy Snow and showed her incredible literary skill and insight into some sweet mysteries:
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