Notes - A Good Death

        Mid-morning. You were returning home from running last minute errands when Patti called to say Bob passed away peacefully last night. An hour before daughter Susan put on a new CD of music and he did not move other than to give her a thumbs up. This was about the time you added the poem and within the hour posted it. Now you wonder what the ‘jolt’ was, was it something with Yeats’ poem or was it Bob passing by?

         This is conjecture or at the most coincidence, Amorella. I like to think it is a kind hopeful thought at the very least and let it go at that. What a relief to be out of that worn body of his. I am glad he is at peace. And, as always, I wish him the best. Our trip to Maine will not be so nearly memorable as his to “solid ground”.

         Alas, the thoughts are for you now, boy. A good place to think, “Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s and give unto G---D what is His,” as a metaphor, of course.

         I would not accept this as anything less as a metaphor.

         For this you have good reason. Post. No more today. – Amorella. Title this A Good Death and begin to let it go from mind to heart where it will settle in comfort. – Amorella.