The Captain Worthing

A simple obituary request from a son - go walk amongst the ancient Hemlocks within the city my Dad helped protect.  So here I am, enjoying the rain, mosquitos, and dull echoes off the highway.  Enjoy well, no one knows tomorrow.  A long life, well lived through the wide world, drunk up until the bitter sweet end.

(The height of some of these beauties.)

Nice escape for a moment, as Mirriam visits the Anointed Hands appointment with a bag of goodies from Walmart, full of uses I could not explain.  The bubble soon opening, and the first test of a long-awaited dream to come smack in the middle of that important first visit.  Yet all in order and feels just so.

To that last, could only laugh at the family met on entry, the young guy introducing himself (“first name Owen, second name Kyle” - ok, haha), but the younger sister and mother trailing with the line to remember.  “He may be somebody’s daddy, but not yours.”

May be.  Maybe.  Ha.