MY GRANDFATHER used to say: “Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that—not to mention accidents--even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey.”
[from A COUNTRY DOCTOR]
--for my friend of almost 50 years, Ralph Rausch, now in a hospice-care unit in Tucson, Arizona….making final preparations for that journey to the next village.
