I’m washing dishes from last night as the sun shines through the East window onto my work. I couldn't be happier about Spring, it is just my favorite time of the year. A full, productive day is planned for the family and it's looking good here this morning. But I keep thinking about the Bartletts in Sydney and how today they are burying their beloved Stewart, and the tears won't stop. He was 44 when he died on Sunday and he too young, too newly married, too many friends, too beloved by his family. I talked to my mom on Tuesday and we remembered Stewart, she reminding me of how nice Stew was to his mom, how he compared everything she did to his "Ma" and her way of doing things. One of the markers of a good man- how he treats his mother.
Please pray for this family, cousins of my cousins, as they face this day. Thank you.
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