No Matter what

I thought about not writing this blog.  I seem to have done everything I could think of...both consciously...but mostly unconsciously to avoid taking to the keyboard.  But then I realized it was an important day.   I couldn't let it pass.  It is the day after  Halloween.  It is Dia de Los Muertos, the Day of the Dead.  

It's been a rough year.  Several deaths have altered the course of things.  Of course, it must be remembered that death is a part of life.  And that's the frustration of it all.  You can't avoid it.

But the good thing is that it is a day like today that reminds you that death doesn't necessarily mean the end of anything.  Oh, crud, what am I saying?  Death changes everything.  And it does mean the end of something...namely life as we knew it.  But, and I say this with some trepidation, the Day of the Dead is when we honor the dead.  And recognize that fight it as we might, deny it all we want, death eventually comes to all of us.  And death is not necessarily a bad thing unless we make it so.  It is, to repeat myself, a part of life.

And so on this All Saints Day, a day when we honor those who have passed recently, indeed, the Day of the Dead,  I honor and remember Al, Charles, Mary, Betty, even my Tater and Nina.  Each of this individuals taught me something, many things, about life.  That's what it's all about.  I often think about the axiom, "When the student is ready, the teacher appears."  God bless my teachers.  

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