Awake at four am pondering universal questions I suppose it is right and fitting that I should ponder death and dying and the whys and wherefores 329 days after the death of my Love. On the front porch in my old ratty bathrobe while the dog is doing her morning business. But it is what…
“And who would you be and how would you feel and how would you live life if you decided to believe that God whatever you believe God to be [Good/Love] only allows each of us to die right on time? Regardless of the circumstances of our death. What if you decided to believe that it…
Every year my Love and I wondered if this old tree in the front yard would need to be cut down. The trunk is hollow The bark is falling off It is covered in moss The dogs would sit in front of the hole in the bottom and wait for chipmunks to come out to…
