Looking at that island that has my last name triggers my imagination. My ancestors came up that river after leaving Canada, but I wonder why they built there. It was a beautiful spot, but when spring came and the water rose carrying ice along with it, that must have been hair raising. Their bodies lie on the far shore in a cemetery I’ve never laid eyes on. The past is interesting but holds no attraction. My eyes now are towards the future with all its benefits.
In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
Can’t wait to get home! Give it some thought.
Gary