I dislike the inconvenience of winter weather -- all that shoveling and navigating on icy surfaces. But at least it's invigorating.
It's much too hot. Why is excessive heat so depressing? No sleep. Sweatiness. Humidity makes it hard to breathe.
This was the summer of our discontent. They say that losing a parent is like losing your past but losing a child is losing your future. But it's losing the past too. I see a slide show in my mind of memories. Some -- the most recent -- I would like to forget.
They say it gets easier over time. Maybe so. But there are so many things that will never be now. That's the future she was robbed of.
William Penn said that death was simply moving from time to eternity. Interesting thought. Going from the dimension of time to one of eternity, becoming free of the constraints of time. No more worrying about appointments, running late, growing older, regretting the past, worrying about the future.