Yesterday, we learned that yet another dear friend of ours had died from pancreatic cancer. For most of the day, rain poured down mercilessly on us. When we went to lunch, the restaurant’s sound system played “What a Wonderful World.” It took all of the self-discipline I possess not to lose it right then and there.
Today’s is my late mother’s birthday. I will mark the occasion by leafing through boxed memorabilia and grieving–hard. When I am done, I will put the boxes away and do my best to move on.
Part of life’s purpose is to learn how to live with pain and grief. Otherwise, how do you account for Donald Trump?