it just doesn't seem possible that a year has passed since this post.
I've always heard that "time heals all wounds". I guess maybe time heals some wounds. It might make a few more bearable. But there are some that never, ever go away. I prefer God's work over time's work any day, though.
Here's me and Ron, I don't know exactly when, but I was probably 13 or 14. It's supposed to be like the "American Gothic" painting, but it was always hard to keep a straight face around Ron.