There’s something about opening the mail on a bad day and getting something to lift my spirits.

I had been missing my dad, and opened a small package from my dear friend, Michelle, in Georgia. She creatively made a piece of artwork that featured a quote from an old Eskimo legend. It read:

Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.”

Her card was signed, “Look at this when you think of your dad, the brightest star in the sky.

I often tell the boys that their Papaw Mike is the brightest star. I will forever treasure it, especially when looking up.

Thanks, Michelle.