Paul

As each individual flake floats down from God’s own heaven

My heart fractures with the news today.

Dreams and aspirations now contained with little hope for an encore.

How little time we really have before we’re called home or begin that forty nine day departure from this world.

In another he is fine. In another it is his sister that must shoulder this burden.

Far beyond my own understanding.

A journey he did not ask for, but one he must embark.

Set sail my friend.