Eye of the Hawk

This hawk was sitting on our fence this morning. Our dog walked right below him but didn't see him. The hawk just watched him walk by, then eventually flew away.

It was the beginning of an interesting day. A family friend, Sherry, died on Sunday and my brother drove in from the Metroplex to preach her funeral this afternoon. I stood in the heat listening to my brother speak and thought about how much Sherry would have loved this gathering and my brother speaking so kindly of her. It's too bad we have to die before people gather to honor and remember us.

Let's remember to tell each other how much they mean to us when they can still hear it.