On the horizon, we cannot always know whether the sun is rising or setting. We cannot always know whether we are at an end or a beginning. On the horizon, there is a precise moment when there is made no distinction. Rather, for a moment, we are both. In our arriving, we are also departing. A new dawn beckons while still digesting the memory of our passing day. … And so it is for us, as we hold each other’s hand and set out on the horizon … together.
(To Dad 2015, as we said goodbye to my beloved Mom)