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Lovely blossoms at the wake |
It is the changing of the guards in the family. We bid farewell to two uncles barely half a month of each other, the recent one so unexpected. Just as the grandchildren have been raising their kids and ushering them into adulthood, the great grand ones are bearing their own. Life is a cycle of births, and deaths. And the next generations, like new growth, bud forth and seem to push out the old.
I marvel at the flowers that stood in vigil those nights. They serve as a beacon of hope, the way they showed off their patterns and colors, a reminder of the spirit of life that once was, and will continue to go on down the line.
Godspeed, dear kin! Thank you for being a part of us, the lives we shared, the lessons learned, the joys and the sorrows, the laughter and tears. Farewell. On that threshold till we meet again.
