Angus & Julia / Mango Tree

Yesterday, I got a message from my sister that the mango tree in our front yard - that one that has been generously providing shade and Indian mangoes on a summer day, that one that sheds too many dead leaves for anyone to rake, and that one that ultimately bared witness to our childhood - was severed.

One by one, things that are remnants of my childhood are disappearing. First, my 13 year old dog Gambi. Now, our 25 year old mango tree. Growing up hits me hard. Real hard.