The image of the small child raised up above his Uncle's head, looking down into a face filled with life, a face that sees and loves him, is very vivid and my favorite thing in this piece. It is all fine, but that is very powerfully descriptive of the life of a child, I think.
I have tried to love death, having concluded that not to do so is to run away from it...and life is best when one opens ones arms to it...all. There have been a couple of moments when I've been able to do it, to include death and loss, but usually I don't have the courage.
Thanks. That is my favorite moment. Mirrored by the moment my father held me Ave that same face but lifeless and dead.
As always your writing is beautiful beyond words. And often moving and inspiring.
The image of the small child raised up above his Uncle's head, looking down into a face filled with life, a face that sees and loves him, is very vivid and my favorite thing in this piece. It is all fine, but that is very powerfully descriptive of the life of a child, I think.
I have tried to love death, having concluded that not to do so is to run away from it...and life is best when one opens ones arms to it...all. There have been a couple of moments when I've been able to do it, to include death and loss, but usually I don't have the courage.