Yesterday my sister remarked, rather sadly, that she met her best friend’s mother at the age she is now. Her best friend’s mother has recently had a stroke, and my sister is struggling with seeing Mrs. V’s ending, seeing in it, as it is human nature to do, the potential of endings of our own.
A chance exchange in a phone call… I hung up, and Tech Boy texted me that his father had died.
Life, and death. Just that fast —
the weight of water
seeded from dust to cloudburst,
fulfills its circle –
dust to clouds, to sea, returns
as waters rise, and sun sets.