Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Life Goes On . . .

My mother and I haven't always understood each other so well, but we had the simplest of exchanges one time not long ago. We had just finished a rambling conversation about the bad old times with her and my father. A definite pause followed before I spoke again, and I said:
"Life goes on."
To which my mother replied:
"It really does."
And that simple interchange of views seemed somehow to summon up a universe deep with meaning that we both implicitly understood, so we said no more.



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