"Probably most catastrophes end this way without an ending, the dead not even knowing how they died...,those who loved them forever questioning "this… - Norman Maclean

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.

"If you push me far enough, all I really know is that he was a fine fisherman."
"You know more than that," my father said. "He was beautiful."

When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, in a whole that is different from the sum of its parts. What I saw might have been just another winter scene, although an impressive one. But what I knew was that the earth underneath was alive and that by tomorrow, certainly by the day after, it would be all green again. So what I saw because of what I knew was a kind of death with the marvellous promise of less than a three-day resurrection.