My Uncle Hector from Corpus Christi, TX died last night from cancer. In the words of Norman Maclean, “Eventually all things merge into one and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.” Hector is gone from this world but still lives in my heart and mind.
The Heron 