A brief moment of each day.

59/365–Prayer Wall

I’m not a god person. Nor am I a religious person. This wall in the mediation center is probably perceived to be both, in so much as an inanimate object can be. I wrote my grandpa a goodbye haiku and left it here, hoping the wood would telegraph it to him, so he can let go of his failing body. Seeing my dad so distraught is really difficult, especially knowing I can’t help him much.

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