My sweetheart spent Christmas with Jesus. How glorious must that have been? I have to admit, I’m jealous.
I imagine his first words as he crossed over were, “She kilt my dog!”
I hadn’t told him that his little dog Nick was run over a month or so ago, but imagining the two of them reunited makes me smile. And cry.
This is the column I never wanted to write. I would not want him to be sick for one more…
