This year starts with death. A life long friend, Beverly passes away and providence is the only way I learn of the passing. The world is colder and there is an emptiness.
Aunt Helen will soon move to the other dimension. And there is a heaviness that sits on my shelf and stares back at me. Once again beckoning the question what is it all about. It doesn't seem to help to reason that it was disease that got Jane this last summer or Beverly was just tired having spent her life caring for everyone else. I can console myself now she will be cared for in a way that we earthly beings could not do. And Helen well she is old 90 something. Still there is no joy in the passing of loved ones. Death holds no sweetness.
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