Sacred Stories
For years her husband had hosted Wednesday night jam sessions in their home, but that was the night she was out-of-town.
She had come to so enjoy the Friday afternoon jam sessions all winter while they were in Florida.
Early the morning of their last jam before they headed North, she had the thought, “I am going to miss the music.”
Later that morning, as her husband came into the kitchen for his coffee, he said, “I am going to see if we can move music to Thursday nights so you can be there.”
