This old tree has become part of me. We, twenty years living here, have enjoyed having it by our side.
We saw it survive winds and ice, enjoy heat and humidity, but now to save it requires major pruning. It might not be enough. Eighty years old we figure. It has seen so much, a youngster in the 1930’s.
Born years before us, it is time. I hope it does not hurt. I hope it understands. Trees falling apart are dangerous. They don’t mean to be.
Gravity is the cause, otherwise I think they would choose to break up, not down. So would we.
I hope, like the old dogs and old people I have loved, that this old tree will be part of the heaven that is there to welcome us.