Late Summer

September 17, 2022.

Joe's mom died today. Over 100 years old. Old soul. Many, many, many chapters under the belt.

There is something about being in the room with someone who is passing.

It was peaceful, the body ready to go, breathing changing, skin tone paling..

There is a sunset tonight and Joe and I are on the patio.

What words express life...then, no life. No breath.

But the spirit is energy. Energy flies and flies and flies.

With love. For Betty.


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