With windshield wipers clearing the pounding rain, I wipe the tears from eyes. Both, so I can see. It's my car ride return visit from my home state of California, after celebrating the lives of three different friends whose days had come to an end here on earth. I share from my heart, as I see it is so,  the impact that death has on life and life, on death.

A good cry cleanses like the rain.

I have been changed, as the furniture has been rearranged.