Years ago, at my grandfather’s funeral, my dear neighbor Munzer gave an impassioned account of their relationship. His speech ended something like this:
Every time we had a bad day, Ed would say to me “Sure, but we have this beautiful sunset! And now, there will be no more sunsets.”
I paraphrase grotesquely. But it was a beautiful and sad notion. And he was right. Growing up, we had some unbelievable sunsets, and each one really was the signal for a fresh start; a new day.
There will always be sunsets.