Well, today I worked to see a few clients close to home and then was on my way by a friend's so stopped there. This is a friend who is dying and who I have been helping to put affairs in order. He was ill and I did things that only love can explain. He is close to death now and it is hard to see him holding on so tight. But I know we all have what it takes to keep him comfortable now and I have been discussing end of life issues. I ended up staying there most of the day working from his home.

Okay, so I come home and fall asleep and hubby wakes me up to tell me to help the kid who is here to clean my basement. I went down and was perplexed by the amount of crap we have collected. Mostly curriculum and educational stuff. Well, I was sorting and dumping and he pulled out a picture of me and my Jane from 20 years ago. My breasts were lobsided from nursing and we were standing there. My Jane. Like she came to give me guidance to help me with my friend's passing. Love having the picture.