Thirty years ago today, my father died. Four years ago today, my mother died. Both were pronounced at the same time, something I found dealing with an insurance policy that did not exist for my mother. While many people celebrate release on this day, I do so in another way.
I release the lives of my parents to the universe.
I release the promise my father wanted from my mother delivered 26 years later.
I release the idea that there is randomness in the universe.