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 —
Ephemeral
the weight of water
seeded from dust to cloudburst,
fulfills its circle –
dust to clouds, to sea, returns
as waters rise, and sun sets.
Deepest condolences to you and Tech Boy. The continuation of the rest of life all around you is sometimes as hard as the death.
So sorry to hear. Love, prayers, and hugs to you and Tech Boy.
Oh, mercy. Life and death indeed. Hugs to you and to Tech Boy, my friend….
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