Six years ago I lost one of my best friends, my pet Pomeranian, Skipper. The pain of seperation and loss was tremendous and, as always , I prayed he was safe in heaven. As an act of kindness, my grandkids and their mom brought me a scrawny little lilac tree and planted it in my yard in honor of my little buddy and called it “the Skipper tree”. I so appreciated this act of empathy that I didn’t tell them the spot they picked for the tree was a place where nothing that was ever planted there lived. To my surprise that little tree not only lived but flourished and every spring when it blooms I praise God and thank Him for letting me feel that my Skipper is alive and well with Him.