A week lapse in blogging due to extenuating circumstances, caring for a dying parent. Stranded in suburban purgatory without internet connection or any of my usual anchors.
Death comes slowly and inexorably. We all die in increments. From the day we are born we are moment by moment closer to the time of our death.
And what does this proximity to death mean? What does it portend?
I feel that it portends our deeply held need to live even more fully and to forgive those who have trespassed against us, for those days of wine and roses are altogether too fleeting.