The metaphorical angel of death, which last month descended onto our community and took our neighbor, has returned for our neighbor's widow.
It's almost as if she died of a broken heart. She lost her husband shortly before Christmas, and then, just after New Year's Day, had a stroke and passed away this morning.
She either died of a broken heart, or simply decided at some subconscious level that she wasn't going to be left behind.
Very sad and very strange. Impermanence is swift; life-and-death is the great matter. What was here today is gone tomorrow. We do not need philosophical or metaphysical explanations to accept this - the evidence is right before our eyes.
Lost in the dead of winter
The last leaves of fall.
- Tanehiko (d., 1842)
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