
There's something about opening the mail on a bad day and getting something to lift my spirits.
I had been missing my dad, and opened a small package from my dear friend, Michelle, in Georgia. She creatively made a piece of artwork that featured a quote from an old Eskimo legend. It read:
"
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy."
Her card was signed, "
Look at this when you think of your dad, the brightest star in the sky."
I often tell the boys that their Papaw Mike is the brightest star. I will forever treasure it, especially when looking up.
Thanks, Michelle.
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