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My Return

I apologize for my absence. In seven months, two of my siblings passed from this existence and on to what lay ahead. The mourning, the feelings, and the thoughts that come with the passing of anyone close, especially family, tend to fill us yet do nothing to fill the hole that has been created. The spouses, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and siblings they leave all carry their grief in very personal ways, and their recovery is just as personal. I tend to bury it in public and let it free in private, never knowing if that's a healthy or effective way of healing, but that is me.

Through all this, my eyes have opened to what and especially who I have in my life, but at the same time, those same eyes see more clearly the fragile nature of my mortality and those in my life. Fortunately, though, I have my faith. Though I struggle at times, I know I am never alone, for those who left before me and the love of those still with me will accompany me into the future, regardless of the gray hairs, the aches and pains, and all the other challenges that lay ahead. Now, Back to Work! I've a novel to write! --Phil

"Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light....

--Dylan Thomas

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