of getting to know death
if it only happened once.
But fortunately, life is nothing
but a continuing dance of birth
and death, a dance of change.
Of Note: Our friend was cremated this week. He died of cancer at the age of 57. This afternoon family and friends will gather to speak fondly of him, laugh about his foibles and cry about our loss. It is my guess that he will be watching astonished at the outpouring of love that his death has created and wishing it wouldn't take a death to connect folks in love.
Today's Weather Report: It's raining and quite cloudy. Supposed to keep this up all day. Still in the 50's with lows again in the mid-thirties rather than that day we had 22 degrees. Blogger was not working for me yesterday and again today--so I tried another browser and here we are. Hopefully, this will go through with lying colors. (Well, it went through with partial flying colors; all the spaces were eliminated. But hey, we can live with that, right? Just imagine space where they usually occur, and we'll be set.)