blue shy

Today I am in Davis, CA on a most difficult visit to say goodbye to my fiancé’s dear friend of over 41 years. After a massive stroke our friend will not recover and we came to hold her hand and let her know she has our blessings to move on. It’s hard for me to express in words the emotions that one goes through at times like this. It seems that as I get older transitions have become a more frequent experience, one that I have trouble adjusting to. Our lives are brief like that of the flower, we reach for the sky, giving it our all to make a difference. Death is our last adventure knowing it is also the beginning of a whole new journey.