R.I.P.

Woods Hole golf course at night.

Flickering lights at the edge of the highway, Woods Hole Road.

Flickering lights and flowers on maple tree, Woods Hole Road.

Last weekend, National Public Radio broadcast an interview with Thich Nhat Hanh. During the program, he spoke of  the importance of “now”, of the importance of being present and of how much practising kindness can do. He spoke of the tenuousness of life, of how tomorrow we might be gone, or our friend might be gone.

Remember, back in the ‘sixties, we tried to remember to “Be here now”?

Thich Nhat Hanh says: “Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.”

Tomorrow came.

And we received a morning phone call, with news.

The young son of some dear friends had died during the wee hours, in a car crash.

WES

In the new custom of these times, there are offerings at the place where he died.  There are flickering lights, and bouquets of flowers. Friends come by to remember, and to make their own offerings. Someone has placed Wes’s name on the maple tree, in reflective letters.

Three friends visit their friend who is gone.

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