DnZ's Place

Two Fridays ago, I spent some time with Two of my grandkids (Nicholas and Samantha). I was on my way to see our daughter (GiGi) together with my Two sons (David and John). Although the purpose of our get-together was not pleasure, it was nonetheless, a pleasure to spend that time together. It was good for me to see the boys hug each other and talk (it had been a long time coming). John said that even though there had been "a drifting apart," we are ONE family; and coming together is what families do. Perhaps we can/should/will do this more often, under happier circumstances. It was also SO good to see our "baby", GiGi. I hope she wasn't embarrassed when I called her our " jewel ". Thank you, John, for making it possible for me. Thank you, David, for getting me where I needed to go. Thank you both for coming together; for showing your love, your concern, and your support. I love you. Dad

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas