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| Waning Gibbous Moon, July 16, 2011 |
“The moon
will always be there,” I think as I am driving home from the hospital and
gazing at the massive, waning moon. “An anchor for the world. The gravitational
pull that keeps us together. How reassuring.”
Then it
dawns on me that this isn’t true for eternity. One day this will not be because
nothing is guaranteed and nothing is forever. Then I think of my mother in the
hospital bed, fighting for her life.
My mother is
now made of light.
The gravitational pull, the anchor for my world . . .
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