More of the Last of ‘Em

The last bouquet of tulips continues to fail and to die, with utmost grace and beauty.


Even the stems alone have beauty.


So I shall continue to revisit this gift-on-the-kitchen windowsill for a while to come.


It can be rewarding to poke your eyes where they don’t usually go.


Old age can be beautiful.


Senescence can be beautiful.


Death can be beautiful.

I know this from experience.

For I was holding my aged father’s hand at the moment he died.

He died at home, in his own bed, with his family around him.

His was a good, and a beautiful death.





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