it’s what you choose that matters

“I’m not going to attend a memorial today. There are reasons I should. It’s for an old friend of the family. It’s being held at my parents’ home. Attending memorials when asked is something you’re supposed to do.

Except I don’t want to go. I have no concrete reason beyond that, no well-articulated argument to justify my absence. I simply lack the desire to attend…”

memories of joy

“i remember the sun was rising over the hills to the east. it was a beautiful morning, very much a perfect day. it was sunny, the birds were singing, a warm breeze was blowing, the sky was blue and white, and the scent of freshly cut grass was everywhere.”