I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Sunday, February 20, 2011



When the Wind Blows

There are days that seem as if a Higher Power were displaying their anger through the elements. I remember the day when my friend Marc was buried. The wind picked up as we were in the cemetery and the rain fell sideways covering our faces and our tears. Today felt that way. Strong winds that echoed our sadness and mirrored our disbelief for the loss, a loss much sooner than we expected.

There never seems to be the right time for someone to pass regardless of their age. There are still things to do and conversation to have, and dinners to share, and promises to make, but when it’s time, it’s time and there is no backing out of it.

It is so easy to say that today must be enjoyed, but a good today makes tomorrow more enticing.
It is hard to say goodbye, no matter how long the time on Earth. But when it’s time, it’s time and there is no backing out of it.