There comes a day
when roads fork, paths diverge, when loved ones go there separate ways. It has always been such. There is a great gift given every being, the
ability to hold in trust the memory of the loved one, to muse and meditate on
the human of our affection. A lover is
the most intense and longing but a parent is the most secure. A lover will wax and wane, as a candle in a
slight breeze but a parent will permit self-termination over the infliction of
even the slightest harm to the child, no matter the age. There is an example in God that is a bar my
heart cannot match nor fathom. For even
if the whole world hung in the balance mine would not be offered up.
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| Our whole family on the family farm |
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