A babbling brook of whys and what ifs.
Where’s his second chance? His saving grace?
That miracle lying in wait.
So tied to our illusion of control,
we beg and plead:
he’s one of the good ones,
please use it on him.
In a single moment,
our road map diverged from His.
Propelling us off course,
no turn-by-turn directions home.
Eight months later,
some footing found.
Hints of knowing,
silver linings and signs of God all around.
And still, some days, anger interrupts again:
why didn’t he get a second chance?
This time,
A quick and knowing all-heart reply:
His first chance taken,
a life well lived.
A family, his humble heart,
full to the brim.
Why didn’t he get a second chance?
Because he didn’t need one.
Altered Latitude 
I love this. So beautiful, it filled me up.
Your beautiful Dadio lived his life with love and complete devotion to his family and friends. His humble, generous ways touched all who knew him💙 Such an insightful and truthful post.