Death to life

For 58 years this being was planted on terra firma. The behavior of most organisms is to grow. A plant is a tiny and fragile thing with a sometimes hard shell protecting its delicate inside in the beginning. When given proper media in which to grow and adequate hydration, life bursts forth, splitting the hard exterior. Fresh and new and living, it unfolds its back and reaches out its arms to greet the light - hands upturned begging photosynthesis to begin its exchange. Growth requires interaction with environment. When you stop interacting, either by choice or force, you cease to grow. Plants have no choice in life. Life or death comes thru no action of their own.

Humans, on the other hand, are capable of choice. It's up to us. Most of our lives begin innocently, and if we are fortunate, we have nuturing homes and lives and we flourish. We seek out further growth by choosing interaction with people with good hearts.

Void of human love and nuturing, the poison of alcohol and illness could no longer sustain my father's life. He passed away on May 12, 2007.