claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
will easter fall on his birthday again.
but this year, dear jer bear’s life was celebrated on easter…with flowers left over from one of his classes.
i love thinking of him sneaking away from the high school to run to the grocery store to get tulips and lilys for them to disect (and then on easter morning, he labeled the easter lily on the church bulletin).
his quiet self has been my rock for all the years i have known him.
happy birthday, dear jerry, happy birthday to you.