Friday, May 14, 2004

My father is an artist... my father created me... the best works of art have flaws, which is what makes them so human.  My father is nearing the end of his days, yet we have never really talked about how he is feeling about nearing the end of his journey.  I know how I feel about my own son, so I think I know how my father feels about me.  I love my father intensely.  I love my son intensely.  We are all following each other off the conveyor belt eventually, so we should be able to talk frankly about this most tabood subject, death.  Death is so normal, the one thing that makes us all the same no matter how high or how low we fly on this journey.  Yet we think we can avoid it... which causes us to waste our life in fear. 1:36:21 AM    comment []

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