Calm, in preparation for the arrival of others. Perhaps that’s what maturity means.

Distracted in growing up. Transition to another form of excitement.

Of life. Beyond the day.

When did we grow up to carry the shoulders that once carried us? I asked when my maternal Grandfather died.

People are born in the same way. But it is the way people die that says something about someone’s life.

Let us cherish every day, and every person, in our life and beyond, for it is a life worth living. Beyond this day.

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