"I received comfort then by looking at the stars...whose infinite depth hinted at a large magic in which the birth and death of humans were small things."

One of the librarians that Lindsey and I work with passed away quite unexpectedly this week and then this morning we found out that my Dad's mom died. It seems odd for there to be so much death in the midst of all the new life of spring. At the library one of the display tables has a picture of Joyce and patrons who knew her have been bringing in flowers and cards to add to the table. Many random people who never new her or who only recognized her by sight have stopped to read the obituary on the table as well and today I observed something that I know would have made Joyce smile. There was a father checking out the table trying to determine what it was about as his little son (maybe five years old) circled around and around the table trying to decide which of the flowers he thought smelled the best. Joyce loved flowers and animals and always had a smile for everyone, I can just picture her watching that little boy and enjoying his delight.