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“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.” – Henri Nouwen

Pink Rose

Normally, when I think of warmth, I think of hot chocolate and fuzzy slippers. But instead, today, I am thinking more about the warmth of family. This Christmas, our family experienced the wound of losing my grandmother. We have embraced one another, and been warmly embraced by so many in the community.  It was freezing at the cemetery with a bitter wind blowing from the west and the ground bare and lifeless. I slipped this little pink rose out of the spray on her casket before walking away, the hardest part of the day. There is still the sweet fragrance in life to savour and precious family memories to keep us warm.

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