Help me to understand, what my grief has prevented me from seeing – within.
blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines...
Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.
The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud.” – 74