"Gratitude is the memory of the heart."
-Jean Baptiste Massieu
Mrs. G. called to tell me Steve died in his sleep. He was only 61. There was a time when I would have thought that was a well lived long life. His emails made me laugh many times. Mrs. G and Steve had been married for four short years nearly thirty years ago and he still came up in our conversations every single time we talked. He had such a long list of faults and I heard about them frequently. Today was different. Mrs. G wrote a charming letter to Steve, full of memories and happy times. Her voice was different, she felt lighter. Death seems to erase the bad.
Gratitude is a salve that soothes our soul. It is the way to a happier and more rewarding life.