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Death Watch

blackDeath Watch. A vigil over a dying person. Waiting. Not knowing which tick of the clock brings change. Tick. This one? Tock. This one?

There are other watches. Surgery watch. That one often brings good news. One can be hopeful. The doctor approaches with a smile; tension releases in a flood of relief.

The only relief here is that someone else, someone you love, is finally free from pain. For the rest there is only loss.

The other side of a life. Birth watch. The watch that brings joy. And cigars and balloons.

Birth. Tick. Death. Tock.

Grains of sand passing through the hourglass of life. Each of us having that brief quick ride through the throat of reality.

And having gone from there to there, at last, coming to rest.


All Things

13-07-09-aThe strange attractor that centers my universe for now is the growing certainty my parents won’t see another winter. Even the fullness of summer may outdistance them. The spectre came as slowly as time and a well life permits, but a thousand similes paint its implacable gait. Ages turn into years become months, then weeks, days, finally hours and minutes. All clocks stop eventually.

That they shall likely walk off into the Great Unknown almost simultaneously describes in the final act the entire arc of their life. In a word: together. Happily — no, joyfully — married for nearly seven decades. Never cursed with wealth, but ever blessed with love, they were rich beyond measure. They are why, even still, I believe in love.

To the extent I am a good person, look no further than my mother and my father.

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