Just over a week ago, we gathered to celebrate the memory of a 90-year-old matriarch who had gone to her rest.
This week, newsman and political junkie par excellence, Tim Russert, departed this life without warning. Active, happy, and about my age.
Yesterday I attended a graduation party for a young man I have known since he was six.
Nearby sat a young woman, due to give birth this month.
Next week week is the fortieth reunion of my own high school class. Who’d have imagined that the likes of me would live to see such a thing?
Life has its stages, and every one is awesome in its importance.