Love doesn’t die at the edge of a grace.

In Mexico they celebrate Las Dia de los Mueratos, the Day of the Death. The customs look strange to us but it reminds me of the story of the man placing flowers in a cemetery.  He noticed a Chinese man putting rice on a grave. He yelled, “When do you expect your dead ancestor to come up and eat the rice?” The man answered, “About the same time, yours comes up to smell the flowers.”
    I am reminded that the deceased remain precious to us. We honor them in many ways, but they all mean the same thing. Love doesn’t die at the edge of a grace.

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