Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze?
A teardrop in the falling rain?
Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves?
Or been kissed by a lone snowflake?
Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place.
~Terri Guillemets
A very good friend of mine lost her father yesterday.
Her only request was no food or flowers please. "Instead go give someone a hug, share a coffee with a friend, listen to the stories of a family member or just say thanks to a stranger. My dad would have loved that and so do we."
I am powerless to do any more than to pass along her most fervent request. Please take my friend's words to heart today and treat the people you meet in your life with a smile, kindness and gratitude that her father lived. Every day.
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