Looking outside, I see thousands of dying leaves;
my hope is that when I grow old and start to wither away,
my life will reflect some small portion
of the beauty
displayed in the death all around us…
…and until then
to live with the hope of resurrection
in that eternal spring
when I go to be with God.
~ our son Carson
commenting on a photo on Facebook
A Living Pencil 
*that eternal Spring* where everyone and everything is forever beautiful -yes, very astute.
Our death — not a sting, but a spring… of renewal, of reunion, of true beauty — thought-provoking post — thank you for sharing your son’s words! Blessings, Laurie
WOW! He’s pretty darn deep. That’s an amazing thought. A thoughtful thought. A thought-provoking thought. Wow.
Brilliant!