Saturday, August 7, 2021
Photo of a backlit plant in front of a window where the sun is setting outside.
Photo by Anna Zalevskaya


What a gift from God our parents are . . .
And oh how deep of an incision into our hearts it is . . . 

To let go of . . . for a short season . . . 

Those who have been such great influences in our lives

It is like awaking one morning . . . and looking out the window

Only to notice the absence of a great oak tree

That had always been present . . . even before our birth

We remember climbing in its huge limbs

Picnics enjoyed under its magnificence 

And the many times we passed beneath its shade on a hot day

The great oak, though silent, had become a part of us

Though we were unaware of the significance of its impact

Until it was no longer there

It is then . . . and only then . . . that we realize what a part of us it had become

It is almost as though a part of us had vanished along with the great oak