DEAR ABBY: I am a writer of short stories and poetry, but I think I would have to ponder a long time to top the letter I read in your column a few weeks ago.
It concerned a woman who was cremated and her ashes spread over the family plot, to give life to the wildflowers -- only to have a drought set in. Still she produced an abundance of forget-me-nots.
Truly a tale of God's love for those understanding his promise and how he will carry it through. Thank you and the lady for sharing it. -- MEL IN PHOENIX
DEAR MEL: Thank you for the kind words. Her letter touched me, too.