It is a miracle that any of us is alive by the time we reach…my age. The heartaches of life beat us down, threatening to grind the fragile life from our bones. What man alive has not wondered what it would be like to lie down and die, leaving the pain behind before it is time?

No, I’m not suicidal. Far from it. I am merely observant and I am allowed, yea, entitled to be observant without the judgment of others. Not many have the audacity to broach topics of this nature, considered forbidden by the masses, for to do so surely soils the soul of the guilty, but only in the eyes of the weak and fearful, and I do not fear their judgment.
I am not afraid of death but I prefer not to die just yet because I am so much in love with those around me and their presence brings me so much joy. Isn’t this what the Creator intended? Yes, I think so too.

So, rather than dwell on death, I merely find it a miracle that any of us lives long enough to enjoy the love of another.

Don’t die, Rod. Not just yet, and when you do, rest in peace, leaving behind the faint aroma of hope.

Many many years from now, late at night when no one else is around and an almost imperceptible aroma of love and hope graces the space wherein you dwell, think of me and how happy I am and remember that I was a living miracle, a glimmer of hope, a vessel of love that overflowed at the slightest touch…finally.