My uncle Peter is seated peacefully in a lounge chair in a suburban Boston backyard. Feeling the sun warming his face, a gentle spring breeze against his skin and the call of a nearby goldfinch, he closes his eyes as he takes it all in. He is a poster boy for mindfulness, a smiling little Italian Buddha. In his face I see my father " his brother, long gone " and my grandfather, too, an even more distant memory; and e…
SOURCE: ShowRiz at 08:27PM on July 22, 2022