Memories Out of Season

 

 

Today is my oldest nephew's birthday.
He was always the golden child.

I see those coming after me as so far ahead of me:

Brighter, kinder, happier, less tormented and driven, more balanced and rounded and whole...
better persons.
Evolution on a
family scale,
as it should be.

 
He was always the golden child.
He is gold still.

 

 

 

[First posted: November 7, 2014]

 

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