Monday, December 27, 2010
Christmas Eve I was speaking with my grandfather who is around 80-years-old, and at one point he said to me, "I sure do like your little black bulldog." I thanked him and then I disclosed that it's still strange because even though I love and adore Sarah Dooley sometimes I still can't believe that Martha Fauker is gone and I won't see her again. He looked at me with understanding and then he said, "Well, no one lives forever. That's just the way it is."
For some reason, and perhaps it won't translate on this blog, I found his comment really profound and comforting. It was something about the way he said it...it's a fact of life that no one lives forever, and you just have to accept it because that's just the way it is.