For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
It is just over a year now since Dad passed. Time does not heal. All it does is provide more opportunities to keep busy and temporarily forget. But lately I have been wrestling with the concept of death, trying to make sense of a world where one moment you can be here, and then things... Continue Reading →
Arthur Reginald Ruddock (1947-2025) There was a moment, always just before the slam of the car door, when I’d catch the sound of your engine pulling into the driveway. Mom would unlock the kitchen door, and I’d run to meet you—always faster than my sisters—because I wanted the first hug, the newspaper, the moment. Cartoons... Continue Reading →
Vapors In The Wind 