March 22, 2017, Prescott-
My heart was aflutter, somehow, this morning.
I felt an intense, gentle warmth, coming from an unknown source.
My thoughts went to a barely-known friend,
some distance to the southeast of here.
I felt her energy and encouragement.
Then, they went to Dad.
He’d have celebrated his ninetieth birthday, today,
had his heart not failed him,
on that warm June morning, thirty-one years ago.
Dad always wanted us to think of the sunny parts of life,
to get us through the challenges.
He never wanted any of us to give up,
and that’s largely why I’m still here.
Love is always the secret.