Knocking

Sometimes things change.

Quickly-

and there's no way to adequately plan for what has yet to come.

A lost job.

A broken heart.

The crash.

A house burns.

The cancer spreads.

A friend dies.

A pets love as it takes his final breath.

Movement.

Grace, in the face of gut wrench.

What is important?

Slow it down.

Hug your friend today-

The friend inside,

where silence holds the loudest rumble.

A lava flow of truth.

One breath in, One breath out.

This is the real gift.

The gift of peace.

Quickly recognized

once knocking

at the inevitable

door-

of no more

time.

Sit. Stay. Harper.

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We miss Marlow. A good brother.

Coming to terms with the loss of a pet,

particularly so close to the death of my mother-

all i can say is, coping mechanisms take over. Kick into hard drive.

We move on. Together.

I see you slowing down my sweet love one. I know the other side.

I will hold you. Keep you safe and healthy, as long as you wish to stay. Play.

My dear Heart Harper - you make me so happy in this world. Thank You.