It should have been a pretty good day; up bright and early, a little snowy, but the drive to Clarkston High School wasn't bad. The student teacher I observed did a great job of breaking a class of 50 students into manageable groups and teaching them about basketball skills. On the way home I stopped in Novi for a visit with Dick and Mary, that always cheers me. I read somewhere that to some people grief feels like fear; not me, I feel sad and weepy. And, I know why I feel that way. Clarkston High's athletic teams are called the Wolves. One of the walls in the gym where I was this morning had a beautiful painting of a pack of wolves. Gwen was a friend to wolves, I remember some fierce arguments she and her dad had about them. Barney, her dad, always took the argument that wolves would decimate the deer population. Gwen saw them as part of the natural heritage of the U. S. and valued their preservation. What a great memory, well worth the sad and weepy drive home. Gwen was fond of saying that our love was alway and forever:
ALWAYS AND FOREVER
Always and forever
is how she signed
cards and letters meant for me.
Today, when those words
are no longer
just a nice idea,
I am grateful
and thankful
and blessed
that she knew to write them.
She must have known
there would be days like this
when
always and forever
is
always
and
forever.
John A. Bayerl, 2-24-11
Always and forever brings me great comfort today, dear; tinged with a little sad and weepy.
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