Every Grain Of Sand . . . Lucy Kaplansky

This morning we went to a funeral in the Stoke Methodist Church.  Our neighbour Pam has been in care for two years and last week she died aged 89.  It was a lovely service and the Forester drew my attention to the backround photo projected behind the words of the 23rd Psalm.  It was a scene from up on our hill and then it changed to a view of the estuary from the hill.  I think Pam and Barbara where part of the group who planted daffodils beside one of the trails on the hill.  Pam was a kind neighbour to us when we moved in next door to her and Fred.  Her strawberry jam and marmalade got a mention by the minister.  She provided both for the church fair for many years.  We were given it too.  The extra is a photo I took of Pam before she moved out of her home.     
Light rain has arrived and the temperature has dropped.  I have dug out track pants and a sweat shirt and slippers.     
. . . I'm hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.  Bob Dylan but I like Lucy singing it.