Tonight I talked with some dear friends whom I haven't seen in a few weeks. Their father and father-in-law died recently, and I haven't seen them since the funeral. He was an artist. They explained to me that he was in the process of painting a picture of their daughter and left it unfinished when he died, and asked me if I'd finish the painting.
I told them yes, that I would be honored to do that. What a very, very special privilege. All of life IS very special, isn't it.
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