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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Falling from Grace
Two brothers, the older aged before his time, the other about to topple from his nest. We all experience the expulsion from Eden as we grow from innocence to experience, but that common bond does little to lessen the grief.
Until, that is - if we are blessed - the years can pull us far enough away so that our memories mist over, and the past becomes a welcoming place; the gaping wounds - just strawberries, really - that once held terror for us, we find have healed, have closed, becoming medals that commemorate our survival. Then, so far away in time we are, we close our eyes and can recall the summers shooting BB guns and stumbling upon that old rusted biplane, fallen in a secret place beyond the highway on the edge of town.
Everyone we've ever known or will, will leave us; and memory can be as cruel as she is nurturing.
Two brothers, each alone - saying goodbye and whispering in their hearts, "I have loved you, and I will remember you."