YEARNING TO REMAIN. Afterward

 Where after all, has time gone? Why, only yesterday I captured fly flies in a bottle, retrieved mulberries off a feral tree by the railroad track, and (inadvisably) ran with the neighborhood rag-a-muffins behind the mosquito spray truck; which covered our neighborhood with that dense, white toxic fog.

Now, at the grand old age 2/3 of a century, my classmates and I are about to celebrate the passing of half a century since we walked the infield median of the circular track where I ran with the best of them. My once strong, youthful body has rearranged itself a bit, and in spite of the years, and the increased girth of my trunk and extremities, I fancy myself stronger than multiplied decades hence.

But so like my fathers before me, I must certainly shed the proverbial shackles which presently constrain me, and separate me from the face of a loving Savior, and my certain reward.

It occurs to me that this ‘yearning to remain’ and the potential for me to do so, is dependent on the choices I make and the actions I take today; since once I have passed from the good earth my wherewithal to leave something, anything of myself behind will be 

…as intangible and insubstantial as I have suddenly become.

By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 50. Copyright pending

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