Lord Byron

But my soul wanders; I demand it back
To meditate amongst decay, and stand
A ruin amidst ruins...

The day drags through, though storms keep out the sun;

and thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on...

I've been surprised by the frequent moments of sadness..

death was not a surprise, not an injustice visited upon one too young;

it was a relief.

I cried so often, in so many therapists' chairs, about not having a mother;

I expected the reality of losing the one I had to be anticlimactic ...

and it was...

and it wasn't.

Do you suppose a 70+ yr old Kindle will offer the same comfort and beauty?

No, I don't think so either.

gettin' by...