Continuing on from yesterday and the idea of permanence or impermanence.
Today early in the morning,my father's oldest friend died, it was a surprise as death is, but not completely unexpected. My father was supposed to leave this morning for a fishing trip with his son, sons in law, grandson, and I wondered if he would still go. But he did, which I think
was good. He and his friend had fished together for many years in Canada, grown up together, and in life, he had loved this man as much as he could, and from my perspective gave everything he had to the friendship, and to making his life a little bit easier. Sometimes I couldn't understand it, but maybe that is what pure love is. Giving everything, and then just letting it be, whatever it was, and expecting nothing back. I witnessed this, and was reminded today again, of the impermanence and real beauty of loving someone completely.