Heya <<First Name>>,
Over the weekend, I was the celebrant at my mom’s memorial service.
About a hundred people gathered in a church hall festooned with quilts she’d made and arrayed with artifacts from her life.
For an hour and a half we read poems, shared stories, and celebrated her richly lived life.
I’m still sifting moments and emotions from the day, but here are three thoughts I’ll carry with me:
- What a gift to share the love of reading with a child, as my mom did with me.
- What joy there is in sharing stories with others.
- What healing there can be in reading aloud, no matter how old we are.
Happy reading.
Jeff, Bob, and Claire … … who believe that reading with kids can change the world for the better
PS. Our read-alouds included “Wild Geese” and “The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver, and Jane Kenyon’s “Let Evening Come.” |