You might remember some of the children in our neighborhood. And how kind they were when Stuart became ill, then passed last year.
They’ve done it again. And they’ve made our hearts sing.
Last evening, while I was in my office, in the basement, finishing up a few last minute things before calling it quits for the day, I thought I heard the front doorbell ring.
The Dad Peep took care of it so I didn’t give it much thought.
But look at this:
It’s a gift canvas, handpainted by their grandmother, in “homage to Stuart”. It’s about 4 inches square. Perfect.
I have a renewed faith in American humanity at the moment.
And I hope it lasts for a long, long time.
Too bad I’m still mad at the Dad Peep for letting me sit in the basement while he unwrapped it from it’s gift bag complete with a Scottie gift tag.
But maybe I should be glad. I probably would have squeezed the life out of those three precious children – who are now a year older, still miss Mr. Stu, and have a dog of their own – and cried me a river around the world.
Thanks to them, the parents who are raising them and the grandmother who took the time to care.
This is what this time of year is all about. Thank you.
Thanks to all who remember and to those who keep us in their hearts.