An old Irish song tells of the "Forty Shades of Green" in Ireland. I thought of that often while watching the endless greens of the Iowa countryside pass by yesterday.
In checking out our plans for arrival in Oregon, I called my aunt's place of residence only to hear some astonishing news. After I had a great conversation with her 2 weeks ago, she fell, and although apparently not injured, seemed to be tired and sleepy most of the time. Her daughter came last week and asked for hospice assistance. Without excitement or fanfare, Aunt Eunice quietly slipped into the presence of the Lord she so loved, on Monday evening. She did not see that 95th birthday in August, after all. Bill and I are now reevaluating our travel plans. We will probably not go all the way to Oregon. We are now in southeastern South Dakota, and planning to go on to Mount Rushmore this week.