Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Love, death, daffodils


Dad writes to tell us of a death of a friend, quiet and peaceful after a long illness and Alzheimer's, someone I used to call Uncle even though he was not.  I send my condolences and Dad replies, "it is one example where being dead is better than being alive."  It reads cold, but Dad's love has always been practical.

1 comment:

Glovecat said...

Couldn't stop staring at your photo. The colours are beautiful... :D
Must stop commenting to stare some more...