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We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

-Kurt Vonnegut

We are in our dresses, in our slacks, in our blacks and grays, a flash of white, crisp and tucked. Teary shines and mouths in lines, a small cracking through. We are the kids and the grandkids and the greats, bundled in the front but we’ll never be back; this is the last. There are flowers and a line and a chain of hugs, and no more grandparents other than the newly appointed ones, who really are just the kids.

Last time we did this we were a decade plus one younger. Ten people lighter. Now just one.

And on and on.

And every day you’re different and every day you grow, if you try, you grow and grow and you pray for wings to arrive. You made it through! You made it through alive! And your wings slice through and you’re ready to hit the ground lightly, to fly, to find your way. And even if you can’t see it, it happens every day, and they are, too.