Living with a Missing Piece

We finished this puzzle (purchased used, which may account for the missing piece) yesterday.

Only after I composed the title did I realize that it was finished

on my mother's birthday - February 2.

This was her first birthday to pass since she died a few months ago.

She IS a missing piece in our lives.

But life DOES go on, and we don't wish her back.

The past week has left us with a few more "missing pieces".

The dear gentleman whose position my husband recently inherited died earlier this week,

and last night another sweet friend finished her earthly course.

Last night as we sipped our hot chocolate and played dominoes,

we had music playing in the background.

One of the songs seemed to fit mother's birthday quite perfectly....

 ♪ I have heard of a land on the faraway strand,
’Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die,
’Tis a land where we never grow old.

Never grow old, never grow old,

In a land where we’ll never grow old;

Never grow old, never grow old,

In a land where we’ll never grow old. ♪

Heaven is sounding sweeter all the time!