Our journey. Now it’s my journey alone

I know that Burt is guiding me through this part of the journey. I say this despite my averred non-[even, perhaps anti] spiritual stance.

As a new acquaintance told me yesterday, we don’t approach death in a direct way. We don’t for many reasons, one of which is a natural fear of our mortality. We can’t face death as we should, both honestly and as a part of life.

Witnessing the death of a loved one is, actually, a profound moment. The experience of Burt’s passing bound me to his life and memory. Now and going forward.