My hands may always want to grasp, but someday they will collapse inward on themselves. From cradle to grave, we exist between these two modes that we romanticize into eventual somedays, in which we will finally find rest and stay, or at least that is what we pray. What a feat it is to hold …
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Now What?
And who can argue for the living when confronted with the grave need to litigate for the dead? Where do we go from here as we look off the face of this ledge? Walk away, shake our head, go to bed and blame the issues on what’s wrong in other peoples’ heads. What good does …
A Two Sided Truth 