It’s All Gravy
I realize I was in the presence of one who realized life while he lived it. Clocks ticking, sunflowers, food and coffee, hot baths, sleeping and waking up. I have no doubt Jack fully appreciated each one. For him, the last years of his life, every last day, was gravy.
Essay: “Tribute”
This morning, Mr. Joe Robertson and Elder William Reed came a calling from across the years. They’re both gone now. They didn’t know each other. The only thing they have in common is the color of their skin and their both having blessed me by receiving a younger me into the hospitality of their presence. Today their visages come to mind and I am grateful.