Nine days ago my wonderful, beloved uncle died of cancer. Last Friday I stood by his coffin, spread with native wildflowers (tea tree and gum blossoms) and a little bunch of late season forget-me-nots, and read from Thoreau’s Walden and Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations.
V:13
I am made up of the causal and the material. Neither of these will disappear into nothing, just as neither came to be out of nothing. So every part of me will be assigned its changed place in some part of the universe, and that will change again into another part of the universe, and so on to infinity.
XII:21
It is the nature of all things to change, to perish and be transformed, so that in succession different things can come to be.
XII:32
What a tiny part of the boundless abyss of time has been allotted to each of us – and this is soon vanished in eternity.
I will miss him so much.
Make bright the sparrows 