My friend, old and passing, said, “There is more to life than staying alive.
Don’t rescue me too much.” On his farm, twelve miles out by rough gravel roads, he is done with plowing, spraying, harvesting.
But he is not done watching the sun sink below the windbreak or listening to the nighthawks above his fields.
Don’t make him move to town.
There is more to tragedy than dying.
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