I am today blessed to have my son home from the Marines, no longer on active duty. Now he will find a post-service job and make a new place for himself in the world. Meanwhile, I am too ill to do very much. And I have to stop the words of the song “Oh, Danny Boy…” from playing in my head so much…
“But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying…”
I am not dead yet. And though ill, I have to stop focusing on that part. For now, there is still life to be lived and books to be read.