the sniffly sun shines bright

…a letter to the sun magazine…

I think Suzanne Murray’s “Adrift” touched something deep inside me. I cried silently and sniffly as I rode the subway over the bridge that sunny spring morning. Having lost my own dad to cancer when I was eight, I don’t really have any memories of him. The man who laughed, who experimented, who taught, who’s spirit was evident, even behind the stern veneer—I’d never known that. I agree that our culture tries to hide from death. I’m so happy to still be able to put my toes in the bubbly foam. Please don’t take the nature away.
Matt crichton
Boston,ma

http://www.thesunmagazine.org/march2006.html