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We broke up camp and drove off slowly with waves of goodbye, filled with the sweet sorrow of parting. We soon learned that my grandfather had passed away. A long life, family, a bounty of friends. 91 years. Yet, there is always sorrow at parting. Life is sweet and that sweetness must be savored, even through the salt of our tears. Who is ever ready, really, to say goodbye?

zola savors the sweetness

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