I was at a funeral last week and I got out my notebook to write down someone’s a...

I was at a funeral last week and I got out my notebook to write down someone���s address and bumped into these words. I had copied them down from Tony Earley���s Mr. Tall: ���Had he loved the setting-out skies and dew-tamped roads enough? A bite of dinner by the roadside, a piece of shade in the hot of the day . . . Oh, if only he could pass through it all again!���
I stood and read those words and I thought that they were exactly what I needed to hear right then: a reminder of the precious f...