Prairie and sky with low arc of the noon sun in northern winters
This was the scene for one hour as we left my husband's North Dakota home town the day after his brother's funeral. As we drove to the Fargo airport we were quiet, subdued by the sudden heart attack of a vibrant 67-year old man and the outpouring of community love during the funeral rituals of the previous three days. Somehow the scene was appropriate for mourning and moving on with the possibilities remaining even while recognizing the stark empty place in our lives and those of his wife, daughters and grandchildren.
Posted by: Lucy | February 20, 2010 at 05:27 AM