
Lisa held Andyβs celebration of life on the family farm, honoring his wishes. When Davey, their young son, disappeared, she knew where sheβd find him.
Down the winding path to the lakeβs edge, he sat on the wharf. Lisa joined him as he kept his Saturday fishing date with Dad.
When I teed this story up, I didnβt notice that it would publish on Good Friday. I havenβt put together any Easter stories, so this one will have to stand. Happy Easter, everyone!
This piece is heart-touching and just sweet.
Sweet story! Good Friday makes me think of my mom, that is the day we lost her in 2014, but today isnβt the anniversary, of course, because that year, it was on the 17th or something like that.