Over the weekend, we ran into somebody we hadn’t seen in at least a year.
“So, how’s Stuart?”
He was brought to tears when the Dad Peep told him that our precious boy crossed the bridge.
As painful as it can be when someone asks about Stuart, it’s almost a comfort to talk about him. He really touched lives. More than we knew.
This big ‘ole world can be ugly, can’t it? Lots of it isn’t pretty.
But when someone asks about Stuart, it’s better in a sad kind of way.
And when an unknown neighbor passes by your house and retrieves a stray house flag that had blown out of its holder, rolls it up neatly and leaves it at your front door, that’s kindness.
That happened over the weekend, too.
People amaze me. Just as Stuart did.