Cancer. That ugly thing rears its head again this month and consumes yet another life, a sweet young woman not even 21 years old. She leaves behind a son who turns 5 this Saturday. She became engaged the week before hospice came in. She was a mayfly, created and given to this earth for a short while. Time never seems to be on anyone’s side…
Who knows how long a life is? Do we want to know if we are born a mayfly? If the ones we love are?
“Mayfly” by Douglas Florian is my poem for Viviana today. “Its life is over/Far too soon.” May she rest in peace now.
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Hi Andrea,Life is so very unpredictable , when the end comes no one knows ..today especially where life is filled with so much uncertainty ..yes …for sure definitely life is not mayfly ..except for some exception ..p.s : Hi , how u doing ? hope you are having nice time ..have a great week aheadtake care.KS 🙂
Thanks for reading and commenting, Vivek. Life is filled with so much uncertainty and I believe that is what makes it beautiful in a bittersweet way. I am doing great. Trying to focus more on my writing and paying attention to life in general. How are you?Enjoy your week, and smile! Andrea