Fran Meininger

If there was at one time respect, love, and a bond that mattered, can one just walk away without so much as a eulogy or some sort of a final ritual, perhaps a simple toast to days gone by?

Grief never leaves, but you do learn to store it away in a place where it allows you to carry on, move on, and live on. I promise.

How did I, and we, get left out?

The other night, lying there awake watching the moon rise, it came to me—death is the next big thing. And I’m ready. Not in an intentional way, but as a natural process of entropy.

For the most part, you don’t even notice as we subtly and silently go about the business of supporting you.