I went to the river’s edge today. It was apropos that the golden leaves of fall were passing on the green clear waters of summer’s end, spinning on the surface until they were pulled beneath and traveled away down river. I went there to contemplate the passing of human life. Though his gravestone is elsewhere, I always see the riverside as the resting place of my father’s spirit since he died six years ago. That loss was near to me today as I went to the funeral for my friend’s mother who just left us after 97 wonderful years. Seasons come and go; there is beauty in each as they pass. And so is the pattern of life.
In memory of Lea Claudin Carr 1917-2014
