You see, I am most familiar with death. I was killed the moment you put a price on my life. You decided the value of me was less than the value of the profits you were likely to make, the costs I was likely to cost, the prestige you were likely to garner from publishing … Continue reading Why dad’s death was not devastating. For me.
The sun was out and so were we.The conversation meandered past my ears.Amidst the children's shouts arose another sound.Gradually we stopped and listened.As we silenced, he crescendo-ed.We sought him out and his voice drew the eye.Perched on the conifer top.Basking his bright beak in the sun.He sang from the depth of his tiny body.Performing his … Continue reading You were only waiting for an angel from above