impermanence / by Maranie Staab

going through some archives yesterday evening i found this image of my father from last summer. we were out on the back deck, "porch sitting", and like countless similar scenes from my past 29 years, he was strumming his guitar, playing old, familiar tunes and trying out a few new songs. .
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my fathers sister, my aunt, died this week. i was reminded of the impermanence of it all, that i will someday be forced to deal with the loss of my father and that, like we all do with the death of someone we know and care about, I will remember him in a certain way -- most likely it will be something like this.