There is a quiet calm in the air, a resolution, if you will, of the "Before Departure" segment of our life and this blog. The weather is perfect, the birds are singing, and the cars are sold. Our son and daughter are spending lots of time together. Mary and I watch meaningless movies, as we go through our habitual actions. Most of the goodbyes are behind us. This is not a sad time, just a quiet time.
For me, Memorial Day has a special meaning. It is a time to pause and pay tribute to those who precede and those around, not for valor or bravery in war, but for just being. They are incorporated in me as a memory. Their monuments are my thoughts. Who can question everlasting life as long as one's memory exists?
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