ONE FINE MORNING -
MEMORIES OF MY FATHER

Nick Hayes

It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run
faster, stretch out our arms
farther....And one fine morning-
So we beat on, boats against
the current, born back
   ceaselessly into the past.
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The Great Gatsby

In death, there is always
hope.
An Irish Proverb