In recent years, birds and all their beauty have become more relevant to my family and myself. We have started to recognize their songs and daily routines. Yesterday, a California Towhee, beak full of grass, looked down upon us with eyes as if to say, “new life is on the horizon.” Like cliff swallows, my family has migrated far from our winter home; the season for new landscapes is near.

On Friday, a beautiful man named Greg passed away suddenly. He was a generous man. He was a joyous man. After graduate school, he provided Garima and I our first two person exhibition in Charlotte, NC. My wife has been tearfully recollecting his life and the finality of death. He leaves behind three children and a wife. May they find meaning and resolve amidst the loss.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them shall fall to the ground apart from your Father’s consent.” Matthew 10:29