We just got word this morning that a favorite brother-in-law, Allan Shirk, 79, died this morning at 4:25 at a hospice care facility in Mt. Joy, Pennsylvania. It was just two months ago that he was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer, so we were ill prepared for having him leave us so soon. His wife Ruth Ann, and daughters Melissa and Beverly, along with their husbands and children will miss him terribly, as will all of his many friends and loved ones.
This was also a morning for harvesting some of our sweet corn and other produce from our garden, some to freeze for later use and some to go into a big kettle of homemade stew to likewise savor and "put away" for winter use. I was reminded that it was mere months ago that all of this abundance began from a handful of seeds buried in the soil, a kind of metaphor for new life emerging in a truly miraculous and amazing way.
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