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Grief

Grief consumes me. I sit to write, and the faces of the lost appear as my reflection in the screen. My grandfather, grandmother, all their generation long gone and buried. My mother and the men and women who raised and guided me, none survive. My father-in-law and mother-in-law, their siblings, gone to the grave too soon.

The heroes of my youth, the actors, the musicians, dying one by one, diminished by age to death.

And my youth dead and its memory hazy and fading. Soon, I fear, only the discomforts of old age will remain to treasure. Better that than the void of death.

For all these and more, I grieve, not because I want to, but because they parade across my monitor, within my mirror, and through my memory.

I want to speak with them once more, with all that passion, energy, and ignorance of youth. I need their wisdom at my age. They walked my path. I recall their dignity, their joy. They must have some advice, some explanation, some comfort. But I can’t hear them.

M. Frank Darbe

Doldrums

Doldrums are defined as, “Equatorial regions of the Atlantic Ocean with calms, sudden storms, and unpredictable light winds”—thank you Webster’s. But there is more to that, I think, in human doldrums characterized by inactivity, stagnation, depression. That’s me, a human doldrum, tired of the calms seeking a sudden storm and light and unpredictable anything.

Yes, a little wind of the soul would do me, but I don’t expect it. It is one of those times when the words in my soul run stagnant and sour. Smiles and frowns are few, where the dominant expression is a strait lipped nothing.

M. Frank Darbe

Successfully Updated to 4.8, and it Worked

No one reads this anyway, so I am having a public/private moment of happy dancing. In the past, when I have updated, my blog threw an ugly error back at me that required to dig through the guts of the blog and fix this line and that. This time, it worked. Thankyou Word Press. I could kiss you.