I think of a friend, who died 39 years ago, at age 39. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was 38. His father lived into his sixties. My own dear wife passed twelve years ago last March, at 56. My Dad was 59 and Baby Brother was 29. So goes the litany of grief-and of hope. I feel them ever present, and so I will find out how things really are on the other side, when it's my time. No worries here.
Thank you for that beautiful comment.
Your comments are so thoughtful.
I think of a friend, who died 39 years ago, at age 39. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was 38. His father lived into his sixties. My own dear wife passed twelve years ago last March, at 56. My Dad was 59 and Baby Brother was 29. So goes the litany of grief-and of hope. I feel them ever present, and so I will find out how things really are on the other side, when it's my time. No worries here.