On Memorial Day 2025, my Dad, age 89, passed on to that which is beyond. Memorial Day is now a reminder of him, his legacy, the times we shared and the times we didn't.
We come to understand, to see, each other anew as the shifts of life unfold. And, a year later, even more is seen. I think this happens as the memories of recency take their proportionate place alongside the entire lifespan, inviting a softening of the edges and a gentler perspective.