The chills of death's recent visit and the chill of air and surface water have touched some of the circle of family so intensely and yet the younger souls find it's sting and sorrow mainly as it appears...right before themselves. Those souls cannot stray from the harmonic ring of their own accords. Such is their narrow vision as such was mine as life mixed pursuit with the hollowness of vacancy.
That void, due to death's sharp turn into our lives, could teach and deepen regards for what is available to each of us. But youth's self-focus prevents clarity of the lesson of what wealth we have...when it sits right in front of us.
That one could grip the whole and yet sashay with the tantilizations of pursuit and desires. The insular regards, children are able to manifest, in their own agenda satifaction, will be a pale shade in their future, when more loss and absences pervail.
Well, my own struggles and failures in recognizing what treasures God bestowed through my parents and my abilities, which were honed by my folks' humble nurture of me, now stands as a pier in my belief systems. In expressing my vision's scope now, I unfortunately, cannot reach their earthly ears.