Perhaps it was my Father's death coming at a fairly young age when in his early 40's and my subsequent approach to life which mistakenly assumed that my DNA would lead me to the same fate. Now, coming up this month, on the cusp of my 72nd year that has proven to have been a very wrong assumption. It has, however, led to a life of living for the moment and with a flair of matching the motto stolen from Steven Stills that "any lovin is good lovin so I took what I could get".

My last love loss was that of my dear old Mother. She passed at 96 so my feeling was that she had had a wonderful run and managed to remain in my life until we were both seniors. Although an agnostic, it feels like she is still with me in some ways. Her urn of ashes still is at least. 😊

My feeling seems to be that my appreciation of the love once had outweighs the loss at its departure. Perhaps that shows some lacking in my love mechanics. My hope is that it expresses more my acceptance of the impermanence of life and all things in it.

It was wonderful seeing your Dad from his younger years. ✌️😎