Cancer. That ugly thing rears its head again this month and consumes yet another life, a sweet young woman not even 21 years old. She leaves behind a son who turns 5 this Saturday. She became engaged the week before hospice came in. She was a mayfly, created and given to this earth for a short while. Time never seems to be on anyone's side...
Who knows how long a life is? Do we want to know if we are born a mayfly? If the ones we love are?
"Mayfly" by Douglas Florian is my poem for Viviana today. "Its life is over/Far too soon." May she rest in peace now.
Hi Andrea,
ReplyDeleteLife is so very unpredictable , when the end comes no one knows ..today especially where life is filled with so much uncertainty ..yes ...for sure definitely life is not mayfly ..except for some exception ..
p.s : Hi , how u doing ? hope you are having nice time ..have a great week ahead
take care.
KS :)
Thanks for reading and commenting, Vivek. Life is filled with so much uncertainty and I believe that is what makes it beautiful in a bittersweet way.
ReplyDeleteI am doing great. Trying to focus more on my writing and paying attention to life in general. How are you?
Enjoy your week, and smile! Andrea