Afterimage: My Fathers Birthday

Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been seventy. Try as I might I can’t see him at this age just as I can’t seem to picture myself at seventy. Then again, I’m not sure anyone can really picture themselves as their Autumn slips into Winter.Twelve years ago, at his eulogy, I looked out …

Greeneland

As the moon lay heavy on the thick, lapping banks of the Ben Hai, I walked slowly yet purposefully.  The day had brought great promise for the journey that lay ahead, but I thought it prudent to cross check our path before heading out at sunrise, despite my young guide’s protests.  I also had an …