Love

Death rides in many guises, on television, in movies, video games, books and in nature all around us.

The face of death is romanticized in unending cycles trying to explain this unexplainable thing.

It does not seem so frightening when watching the bright beauty of youth fade into the frail shades of age. That is always in the future, the distant future.

We watch others lose their loved ones, lose our pets and plants, our favorite belongings wear out and disappear, but . . .

There is no way to prepare for our first real loss when a parent or child goes before us into that great unknown.

Love is at a loss to understand how someone so warm and sweet and precious is no more.

Knowing the science of it cannot prepare us for the finality of it and so we create whatever we need to survive the loss until we go there ourselves.

In the meantime those memories, at first so painful, become cherished so that they can sustain us, because life does go on. It always has and it must.

There is always a new little generation to love and care for.