They Were.

Maybe it's a sleight of hand (or mind, in this case) of a long winter, the approach of another birthday, or-and this is the most likely the case, the recurrent nature of grief and loss, but I find myself dreaming about the past and all the people who once populated it. Sometimes, the dreams are sad, but more often they stir up memories that linger with me for days and keep me less focused on the present- less mindful of the life I have and less present for those I love in the here and now.

Over the weekend I attended a funeral.  The minister concluded his homily with this sentiment; Do not be grieved they are no longer, be thankful they were.

For whom are you thankful-past and present?