I've always said my little hometown of Wilmington, Ohio, is a place where change creeps slowly along. You can still find the Buckley Bros. grain elevator rising at one end of town. This lovely old movie theater marquee at the other.
Two weeks ago, everything about this place changed for me, as we lost my younger brother John unexpectedly.
I just returned home to Zurich and found a lovely letter from a friend in my mailbox, written on the day of John's memorial service, that included this quote, "A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam, And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world, But then it flies again, And though we wish it could have stayed...we feel lucky to have seen it." Author unknown.
Who ever knew that even this small place -- where Main Street still looks like a 1960's photograph and I could still hear nearby farmers refer to town residents as "them city people" - is as fleeting and precious as a butterfly?
