I was just crumpling up newspapers to make a fire in the fireplace and came looked down to see this picture of Izzy. It’s one of Jon’s photos of Izzy doing Hospice work. He’s sitting on Barb’s lap which is covered by one of my quilts. (I never met Barb, but Jon told me wonderful stories about her) I couldn’t imagine why the photo was in the local paper then saw it was from 2008. That’s the year I got divorced. I’m not sure what to make of it. I realize that memories of that difficult year are overwhelmed by my delight in seeing Izzy, and Barb using my quilt.
It’s a curious coincidence, all those pieces coming together on New Years Eve. I don’t understand it, but I know what I’m feeling. A joyful smiling heart.