This post is being written on the Sunday evening before Memorial Day. I am not sad to see May go. I have explained my challenge with May before so will spare you another explanation.
The poem below was marked by John; I found it just last week. It blessed me. So like John, too.
John and Jim
He didn't do much for Jim, perhaps,
When he met him yesterday.
It wasn't much for John to do,
As he hurried along life's way.
Yet, oh, what a help it was to Jim,
John probably never will know,
For John's on top, while Jim is down,
And figures the world's his foe.
His friends, he thinks, have turned away,
And some may have, that's true,
But some are loyal; they just don't know,
The trouble he's wading through.
So yesterday, when John met Jim,
And stopped for a glad, "hello,"
And grasped his hand and talked a bit,
If just for a moment or so,
And told him how good it seemed again
To see him, and have a chat,
About old times, they used to know,
Of fishing, and this and that,
It wasn't so much for John to do,
Not much, perhaps, to him,
But he'll never know, what a help it was,
And what it did for Jim.
~Orrin Alden DeMass
I am tossing in a few Memorial Day photos. My family was invited to my sister's place. Adam and Michelle, Sam, Jake and I rode over together. I very much appreciated hitching a ride. Laurel had to work. Bummer. Keanne was in New York. Also a bummer. The rest of us enjoyed a good afternoon.
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