•August 10, 2022•

by Sarah Hudson Pierce
NP Guest Columnist

Having lost a very dear friend, a year ago I am led to tell you a story about a widower who was looking through his old family trunk a few years ago and how he discovered a poem penned in his wife’s own hand. It was dated just days before she died, after a long illness, over thirty years ago.
The piece was titled Just One More Day.
It went something like this: “Give me just one more day with you!”
Those poignant words were overwhelming to him and are enough to get our attention because life is so uncertain. Our rugs can be jerked out from under our feet so quickly, with no warning.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.