Nov. 27, 2017


As I mature, death becomes more real, less feared, more readily accepted.

All my relatives: my grandmother, cousins, great grandparents, and my parents, are buried in a small-town cemetery resting in a clump of pine trees on a Missouri hillside. In 2013, I chose to spend July 4th with my father at his final resting place. Thick grass spread a soft blanket over the sleeping, as birds sang and squirrels played hide-n-seek between the headstones.

Several graves displayed American flags, to honor those dedicated veterans who’d served in various wars. An atmosphere of quiet peace and timeless memories surrounded me; I sensed an untroubled calm, noticeably absent from my daily life. I stayed longer than I planned.

Standing in that silent place, surrounded by those who had quietly surrendered, I realized that life offers many worse fates… than death.

Sally Miller

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17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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