I wrote and delivered the eulogy this week for an elderly neighbor that passed away. This story was on my mind. I hope my friend Ellie spotted her rainbow and is well on her journey towards it.
Thanks for making our world a little bit better by sharing your gifts with us.
I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Jason. I am humbled to know you thought of my story during this sad time. I too hope she finds her rainbow.
Thank you so much for your kind words. Knowing “Beyond the Field” impacted you in this way validates my purpose for writing fiction. Take care, Jason. 🙏
Ah, yes, Justin. Beautiful. Thank you. "Margot wiped her eyes and looked beyond the field, past her regrets — past her mistakes. She spotted a rainbow in the distance." It is sad that she could not see past her regrets before dying, forgive herself, and see that rainbow while there was still time to atone. A challenge I, myself, face, especially as I age.
Agreed. I think this is one of the sadder pieces I’ve written in some time. The idea of regretting one’s life/decisions made is pretty bleak. My hope for Margot is that perhaps it’s still possible for her to heal, even in death.
I wrote and delivered the eulogy this week for an elderly neighbor that passed away. This story was on my mind. I hope my friend Ellie spotted her rainbow and is well on her journey towards it.
Thanks for making our world a little bit better by sharing your gifts with us.
I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Jason. I am humbled to know you thought of my story during this sad time. I too hope she finds her rainbow.
Thank you so much for your kind words. Knowing “Beyond the Field” impacted you in this way validates my purpose for writing fiction. Take care, Jason. 🙏
A fine metaphor. In the distance there is hope.
Thank you, Mark! We all have our own rainbows to catch.
True!
Ah, yes, Justin. Beautiful. Thank you. "Margot wiped her eyes and looked beyond the field, past her regrets — past her mistakes. She spotted a rainbow in the distance." It is sad that she could not see past her regrets before dying, forgive herself, and see that rainbow while there was still time to atone. A challenge I, myself, face, especially as I age.
Agreed. I think this is one of the sadder pieces I’ve written in some time. The idea of regretting one’s life/decisions made is pretty bleak. My hope for Margot is that perhaps it’s still possible for her to heal, even in death.
I like to think that in that moment, she was turning it all over to God!