Remains Of The Day
The Calla Lilies Take Their Final Bow
Letting go is a funny thing. At least for me it is. I often release my grip before I can blink an eye. Other times, one hand has to pry the other loose. Even then, my heart is still holding on.
Most letting go falls somewhere in between these two extremes for me. Calla Lilies live at the farthest extreme. There have been times when I lived in…