mortality

a few days ago a man died who was a mentor to one of my sons

the night he died he came to me to deliver a message

he whispered to me that his passing from life to not-life felt natural

natural like waking in the morning

natural like watching the clouds go by

natural like humming a beloved song

natural like fearing the prick of the needle administering the life-saving formula

he’s with me now as I write

he says that his life was full and he loved his wife

he says his ...