Nancy Dorrier

He could not take in what had happened so he went fishing.

He found himself in the fishing, again and again swinging his rod out over the water and letting his line go.

No one could take in what had happened.

I never can or could or even want to.

Taking it in trivializes it.

Death is a mystery, as is birth.

The death of a child is incomprehensible

but the birth is equally so.

It is a mystery.

It is a miracle.

Dad said to Mom, it is okay if you can’t get the virgin birth, if you don’t believe it.

Birth in and of itself is a miracle and beautiful to behold and consider.

Stan could not take in what had happened so he went fishing.

Went with his dad, another miracle, now five years sober, swinging their rods out over the water.