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Requiescat in pace

MomSeven billion flames flicker in the night. Some burn bright and fierce, some soft and steady, some jump and dance. Every turn of the world, 350,000 tiny new flames begin to shine.

And 150,000 go out.

A flame that always lit my world, always warmed me, always guided me, no longer illuminates my dark.

My mom. 1924-2014.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.


Over Yonder Hill

One of the things that drives this blog and informs its content is that I have a sense of being on the downward part of the hill.

The hill in question being the one they say you’re over when you’re past your prime. Mind you, I’m not far over it, but the path definitely leads downwards these days. As a great poem puts it in another context, “But at my back I always hear, Time’s winged chariot hurrying near.

[That poem, by the way, is a hoot. It’s about an 17th century guy giving his gal the old line: ‘Time is short, let’s get it on, baby!’ And you gotta love a poem with the couplet, “The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.“]

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