As my friend just said, “the page turns”.
Uncle Ted, AKA Smiling Bear , sang his death song as he fell to his death.
We mourn his death as we celebrate our living. Our tears are often that of relief and guilt.
Which is OK.
The seasons change. The bounty of the land must be harvested, as the days shorten, and the scent of a chilled wind fills the air.
An era, a generation … the page turns.
A fruitful and propitious end.
A cycle complete.
Life is good…