My dad-in-law Joe Simons passed away on November 21st. I was privileged to be with him in the weeks leading up to his death, and in the final moments of his life. Have you ever had the honor of sharing this passage with anyone? For me, it has been a life-changing gift.
Having Joe in my life was a gift, too. I miss him.
As time passes, I'll write about these last weeks, about lessons in grace and courage, impermanence and belonging. For now, I'll leave you with this image; the earliest, most tender signs of a spring thaw, painted by Joe in the 1980's: