Friday Thirteenth

A strange symbolism for those

who believe in their rational

view on life; then comes a

critical time, a climax when

nothing can forestall the

inevitable any longer, not the

passion of love, and affectionate

protection nor pleading with

Fortune can halt the progression

of life toward death.  The Grim

Reaper is an implacable, impatient

warden of his realm and nothing

deters him from the mission

entrusted him to gather the

quick breathing that last gasp

and the immortal spirit of the

creature that has expired, to the

mouldering confines of that

last rest.  We, left confused in

our loss, only understood much 

later that some mysterious fate

awaited when we least suspected

on Friday, the 13th day of April.