Another day begins in gold, then quickly fades. I see this isn't a tragic event. The point is its gorgeous brevity--

Just this moment the phone rang. A neighbor just told me that another neighbor, a sweet woman, a wife and mother, died yesterday. I had no idea--my neighbor, who is her friend--had no idea. Something happened, something about a "blockage." She'd gone to the hospital; she died. This took, perhaps, three days.

". . .gorgeous brevity" sounds hollow to me now--compared to a rock that smashes through glass. One thing to write two words to capture an idea that's important to you--quite, quite another to be told that someone you knew and liked just died.

I look across the lawn to her house. Inside is her husband. There 's only his car in the driveway. He's alone with her death. The service is tomorrow.



Allan DiBiase
03/28/2013 11:55am

There's a sound to an idea when it descends to a point. That sound might be a kind of music. (Comment on photo).


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