Hope for Jimmy

immy felt a sort of power coming from above. I don’t know what that is. He put his hand to his heart and sat back on the hay. Ever so slowly, his eyes were drawn to the ancient beam that connected one side of the barn to the other. Sitting on the beam directly above the manger was the old barn owl. The heart-shaped white face and the piercing black eyes were looking directly at Jimmy. Time passed, but neither creature dared to move.

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Landmarks

When I was born I, seven of my great grandparents were still living! My first recollection of a family funeral was for “More” Grandpa and I was in fourth grade. I was an adult before I realized how precious those generational connections truly were! I have vivid memories of all of my great grandparents and great aunts and uncles and treasure them to this day!