I imagine that after we die, we see all the results of our life’s happenstance come in and out of focus like the shifting reflections in rippling water. Maybe we see what we could have become, if only. Maybe we don’t think to look. I imagine regret isn’t an option; just clarity, while watching our own ripples.
Death is a riddle with no answer. I think I’ll just let the mystery be.
We’ll miss you, Pap.
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