Fleeting

As transient and fragile as a cut flower, our lives fade out among all the other dying stars in the universe in the blink of an eye, fleeting and brief. Achingly beautiful in our shining moment, only to wither to dust, forgotten to all but the angels.

That talk

A long trip north to my ancestral home for an unexpected funeral, gave me a bittersweet chance to reconnect with the Yankee half of my family after a 20-year absence. Amazingly, I recognized them all. Everyone had changed physically, but I knew immediately who they were once we hugged. It was like we are all … Continue reading That talk