Oct. 1, 2022


 As I mature, death becomes more real, less feared, more readily accepted. All my relatives: my grandmother, cousins, great grandparents, and 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 honoring those dedicated veterans who'd proudly served their country in various wars.

An atmosphere of quiet peace and timeless memories surrounded me.  I sensed an untroubled calm--noticeably absent--in 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.

1 Corinthians 15:55, "Where, oh death, is thy victory? Where, oh death, is thy sting?"


Sally Miller

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17.10 | 01:42

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

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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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