A postscript to “The Coverup” below.
Last night I covered my Dad, who’s in the hospital. I thought of all the times he covered me.
I thought about how life comes full circle, and how, even in the sad times, there’s a fullness to it. Something deeper than joy or sorrow.
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What an eloquent observation in so few words.
For us the fortunate, there’s a love we know that covers us. For all of us, there’s a cover, a shelter, that we long for. And it may be there always, although we may fail to see it or accept it.
This blog is such a fine reminder. You open our eyes over and over.