Not Every Holiday is a cause for joy.

 It was about five years ago that I first met Kathy N, a retired pediatrician from Wisconsin.

It was the day after Thanksgiving. She was walking with her miniature poodle "Milo" at Sarasota's Bayfront Park.

We exchanged greetings. I asked her about her Thanksgiving Day.

It had been gloomy.  It was her first holiday after the death of her beloved husband.  Not every holiday is a cause for joy.

We chatted.  I asked if she had a religious faith.  She said that she was a nominal Catholic.  

With that knowledge I offered to pray for her.

Prayer or not, I had/have a gentle respect for Kathy.

But she had not returned from Wisconsin this year.

UNTIL today.

There she was at Bayfront Park.  Whoop dee do .  

What a blessing.  We had a lovely reunion.

Kathy/Milo/Michael/Zion

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