Life, and More Life…
today, I went to a funeral.
they’re now called memorials, or celebrations of life, rites of passage.
there are some mile-markers in life, in the monumental history of man, that never change, despite the changes in terminology and ornamentation that we apply on the outside.
this was the father of a good friend, a gentle and handsome man. a man truly wearing visible sweetness of the soul in his everyday demeanor.