One Day At A Time

This post is dedicated to Jonathan, who died in his sleep last Friday night. For friends not absent How old was Melville? someone asked. That past tense told me everything. This is the way a life ends, not with a bang, not with a whimper, but with an overheard casual question. I remember you coming into … Continue reading →

Death of a friend

An old and beloved friend is gone. His struggle is over. He rests now in the arms of an eternal love which numbers the hairs on our heads with the stars in all the galaxies of Creation. He was a small, wiry Scotsman, with a bristling beard and eyes that could be sharp or warm, … Continue reading →