Where we come from is less important than where we are going. I wonder, nevertheless, what the odds are….From Steilacoom to Jerusalem. I wonder how often Susan has seen this sunset? Puget Sound as dusk falls, the snow geese calling as they return home.What particular cosmic wrinkle caused this unique juxtaposition of lives? Einstein famously remarked that ‘God does not play dice’. In that case, he’s very good at cards.
This is my blog and I suppose I’m entitled to review it from time to time. I can still hear Susan’s voice, encouraging, making plans… We didn’t need to wait after all, my love. She died in 2005, and we never knew. I often reflect on how things might have been different – I imagine you as present in the later years, inhabiting my small spaces again.
Rest, if the journey to the far pavilions can be called rest, in peace.