I survived this and other loss - much better than my preemptive mind knew.
When I see miles of railroad torn apart and made into trails, or old roads that abruptly end in the wake of newish highways, I grieve. When I see old-style gas stations turned into carpet stores, I wince. Yet, it is okay -- more than okay. It reminds me of fresh soil turning and never forgetting that some of the best nourishment for new life comes from life that has been.
I suppose, I am still afraid of such things, but I am much braver with change now -- with loss there is beauty as surely as loss always allows a place for what was.
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I am looking forward to a warm and wonderful summer.