Standing under the spreading maple tree, he is fretting, and mumbling, as what he will say, to his long lost daughter. It’s been at least 10 plus years, that they had any contact.
She finally showed up, and it was an awkward feeling. A few minutes passed by, and the angst he was feeling was gone. They hugged, and we’re both misty eyed, then the conversing began. They told each other what they are doing with their lives.
The happy father and daughter went to the corner deli, had a nice lunch of sandwiches, coffee and let the bygones, be bygones.
We are born naked. The mother, the father if he is present in the delivery room. Also the doctor, nurses and whoever else sees us in our bare skin.
A Pondering Mind would like to know why, when we die we are not buried naked? We came into the world naked, why not exit it that way..