There are many things I would have
preferred differently. A lifelong marriage,
happy endings to stories that could not
end happily. A body not given over to decay,
no threats of loss of memory, a better ability
to feel and speak and listen and hear.
A more savvy provider. A better father, writer,
friend, hunter, fisherman . . . the list is not one
I care to write down. One more – one who
understood love better. That the first and
last item on the list. May be the only one
that matters.
Hootism: I am listening to birds; no translation needed.