A branch wields its way toward the grey haze of an icy sky, stripped of its leaves, with a golden pile of garments at its base, shriveling dry.
Pumpkins fascinated Kevin. Every October, his father would drive him and his sisters to a roadside stand outside of town to find pumpkins for Halloween.
9/23/04 – 3:40 am
Hope, Idaho
Dad made his passage to the next life at 1:18 am this morning…
As we commemorate the 23rd anniversary of the September 11 attacks, I think again of the reflection Pope Saint John Paul II wrote shortly afterward on the occasion of the World Day of Peace. It was one of the very first things I posted after launching my website, doxaweb.com, in 2001. It seems apropos today, […]
