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I like the flowers, and the bees, the birds, and the trees. I like wisps of steam floating upward from wiry ferns and the fireflies dancing at night. I like everything that belongs to all of us.
Source: Bhuwan Thapaliya
Posted: 2025 Dec 17
Tag Archives: Death
When We Go
Two exchanges overheard at the ballpark lead to some serious thinking about what my life means, now, at the end of it, and later. Continue reading
The First Day
Last January 1st, I wrote the piece that follows this introduction to try to quiet the noise in my head after my father’s death just a few weeks earlier. Last spring, writing after the death of his own father, Rabbi … Continue reading
The Old Man’s Friend
My 88-year-old father died last December. This is dedicated to him. Pneumonia is the old man’s friend. Passing along this wisdom from his cousin-the-doctor to my then 20-something self, my father is amused by my momentary startlement. But my slight … Continue reading