Like Trees, Walking

by Ravi Howard

When young people start dying—when their parents have to put them in the ground and wonder why—it’s easy to see that we are all somebody’s child.

“You get to a certain age and think such things are behind you for good. But here we are.”

My absence of faith didn’t mean I didn’t have any hope.

When someone died, everybody wanted to do the right thing, and they wanted to be seen doing it.

“We’re all just going uphill until we die. The hill might not be as steep as it used to be, but we’re still walking.”