Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Breakfast is .... the first meal of another day

My parents separated and divorced quite bitterly as was the way in the sixties... then they didn't speak to one another for fifty something years. And now they've died within months of each other. Hard enough to reconcile two distant parts of my identity while they lived, to love two people so different, to ignore that icy barrier between.... and now to cope with sorrow of parting.

As for everyone who is lucky enough, the time has come to walk the walk as the eldest generation.

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