“Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.”
Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
Sometimes good men die on sunny days. Bright blue skies and fluffy clouds are forever tied to both 9/11 and the day my daddy died. While it doesn’t seem fair or right, I have a deep faith that allows grief and hope to hold hands. Hiked up Stone Mountain today to be closer to the clouds and memories.