Today is my late sister’s birthday. My late brother’s birthday was in the second week of September. Lately, everywhere I turn I learn of the death of acquaintances, some very casual and others I knew better. And, of course, the news is bursting with news of the deaths of celebrities and thousands of innocents and terrorists and people whose warped grasp on reality led them commit mass atrocities. Though mortality is assured to everyone and everything that lives, the end of innocent lives, especially, pains me deeply. The emptiness left behind is raw. It leaves in me a feeling of meaninglessness.
I may be back later today to write of matters less brittle. Perhaps. If such matters exist.
