I don’t think that death springs this April, despite the new Covid wave in Europe and Brazil and despite the impacts of new variants. We do have hope.
We can’t grow younger, but we can always be unfinished.
There is no immaculate platform. All have been designed by someone or some team and restrict a user’s freedom in one way or another.
I am thinking about my mother this morning. This is her first Mother’s Day with a child in heaven. There won’t be a traditional family gathering today. Her mother is in a rest home that is prudently not allowing visitors. The 2020 versions of these special days are not flattering.
Contrary to what politicians promise, we will not be “made whole” by stimulus checks, waived copayments, unemployment assistance, cheap loans, and the rest.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and it isn’t even close. Undoubtedly, our corporate expressions of gratitude are the healthiest part of the day. Gratitude pulls the soul out of the unending depths of introspection and self-pity. Who can add a single hour to his span of life?