A Spartan falls

Clouds of gathered moisture drops held by a force of cold air cast a dark shadow on ground so used to warm sunshine, it cringed from the darkness.

But the cloud still shows dark on a stage unaware of why, until the air clinging to the moisture drops moves on to darken another life.

Storm clouds were present the night my father died. I was sitting by his bedside, holding onto a hand that could no longer hold me. A hand whose strength shaped me a bit different than other daughters.

I was raised by a Spartan.

Clouds darken everyone’s life. No amount of money, fame or kindness can shield humans fr...