As I come through the front door, she is standing in front of the window.
It is one hell of a view with those floor to ceiling windows and the waves are crashing mere feet away from her oceanfront home. She looks at me and speaks her line with a dramatic gesture:
" It is not by chance you enter here... "
We adjourn to the family room and a little Woodsworth.
"I had such a great family Christmas I think I am ready to move on to the next stage of live."
( she is 94)
Up goes the arm again and the quote issues forth:
"Not into entire forgetfulness and not in utter nakedness,
but trailing clouds of glory do we come
from God who is our home."
oh yes.... thats quite a typical conversation.
I love my job!