Category: The End

Are You Afraid to Die?

Today while participating informally in the church coffee hour, I was waiting in a short line for the regular coffee (our church attendance was only 44 today as it was pouring rain and windy), two gentlemen were chatting.  One of them turned to include me in their conversation and opened with a real conversation stopper.…

Bus Station Musings

In a moment of despair, floating through the shadows of self-doubt and mental emptiness, I remembered childhood bus trips to the City. At that time, exploring the world, I was freed from the emptiness of waiting at home, reading in my cardboard refrigerator box, caring for action but enduring the sluggishness of an unstructured summer…

Death of a Child, No Matter the Age

My son-in-law, Simon, disappeared on August 9.  While he and my daughter were divorced, he was the father of our very first grandchild and he remained always in our thoughts, if not in our lives that frequently.  It has been an exasperating and frightening time as we all grappled with the why of his disappearance. …

King Lear’s Message: Aging and Children

Raising children, taking care of aging parents, continuing professional education, working in high-level administration of an agency…all have given way to retirement and relocation.  Living at the beach has provided beautiful sunrises and sunsets best enjoyed with strong drink. My three children are successful professionals and I have two wonderful grandchildren, one on each coast.…

A Box of Photos

Sorting and reorganizing life has become a tireless goal filled with another box of souvenirs, envelope of pictures, or notes stuffed in folders.  Maybe it is approaching a milestone birthday or maybe clutter in the back closet is finally too bothersome to move around and tidy up.  The other day, wandering through piles of pictures…

Daily Posts

I have been overwhelmed with travel and many family activities since May 1. I finally have my daughter’s wedding behind me and a trip to the west coast and Hawaii over.  Today I resolved to get back into a grove of writing each day.  When my mind was lazy but my will was strong I…

Progressively Falling Apart

Are we progressively falling apart, or less dramatically, is the more significant question “what really is aging?”  In the last year I have had three surgeries that required anesthesia. Friends of mine have had breast cancer, melanoma, falling incidents, accidents, and broken bones. Harrumph…is this what getting older is all about? Progressive frailty is a reality…