A life wanes as the autumn flower, drying on its stem, becoming more beautiful as it grows old. Such is the lot of humankind; living, learning, aging, dying. It does seem ironic that by the time you've learned to stand up for what you believe in and sit down when it isn't worth fighting over, by the time you have grasped the essence of life you find it slipping from you.



If you read Saturday's post, you will know what I'm talking about. Her wake is today, and so I pay tribute to a woman who did just that during her lifetime; someone who pursued the truth when it needed pursuing and had the grace to sit down when her time had come and gone.