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Foreboding

Death burns holes in my mortal heart— I am not opposed to it yet I detest how it looms over everything and everyone I love. How I cringe thinking about how in this lifetime I will face more absences, more voids, more tears. It is the foreboding of a storm—the clouds form gradually, making you so very alive and so very aware— yet you do not feel the true impact of the blow until it rains. 6.14.22

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 12/4/2022 3:30:00 PM

Wonderful Laura. I am now 71 and having more health issues this year. I think I should be around for a while, but there are no guarantees for me. We see people get sick and die. I don't think death will be so bad for me--it's like going to sleep...it's more difficult for those we leave behind, and I will feel bad that I won't be able to help the people I love and my own children. Life is a limited thing and we all must leave at the appropriate time. It's so sad, as you point out above.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/5/2022 2:12:00 PM

Sorry to hear about the health issues. You are always in my thoughts. Life is a limited thing- well out and very true. Death is something that is constantly on my mind, for better or for worse. But you’re right - it is really more about what we will leave behind that makes it sad. ~Laura

Stephan McBride

Date: 12/4/2022 7:48:00 AM

Love your writing there is so much thought and depth that goes into your poems, pure brilliance

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/5/2022 2:09:00 PM

Stephen — thank you. I feel honored to connect with you. Much love, Laura