So yesterday was my gran’s eighty-third birthday, and sitting next to her at dinner while the family reveled brought to me a deep sense of the brevity of life. Not necessarily the idea that years are too short or long, but that they pass quickly, and that you could find yourself at the end in the wink of an eye. Yes, my gran has had many long years of happiness and sadness—all the ups and downs that come from a life well lived, and yet the end draws nearer for her, the sentimental moments with family become more bittersweet.
Coincidentally I found myself reading about Elric’s one true love in “The Weird of the White Wolf” Read More »
Joy Cronje 