Rushing Towards Summer
As we hurtle towards the longest day of the year, I want to put the breaks on to slow down time. Its passage was particularly meaningful this week, when one of the true lights of my life died at the age of 88, without much warning. About a month ago, I’d written about Betty here, and I thought she was going to be around forever. I’m trying to grapple with never seeing her again. She lived and died on her own terms, and I take comfort in that. But the seasons move way too quickly.
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Archive for June, 2016
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