things to do

While cleaning out Frank's study today I ran across his planner. It was the average sort, worn brown leather, pages filled with things to do. I skimmed over the months. January. February. March. April. May. June. I smiled at the events marked in the calendar that had happened. Tend Matt's kids. Maylee's Blessing. Beach Boys concert in St. George. Then July. August. September. October. November. December. The events on these pages became blury as a new wave of sadness came. He still had things to do. I know he is busy doing things on the other side, and I am sure he has a less-worn-out brown leather planner to organize all of those things, but he still had things to do here. We sure miss him.