Final of a three-part series
Kimmo Matthews
A photo of Wayne Palmer when he was a drug addict.
We often forget that death hangs over us at all times. It lingers in the space we cannot touch, and in the blink of an eye, in only a second it can visit us and strip us bare of the most precious blessing of all, the gift of being alive.
The 55-year-old man sat on a stone close to the Kingston waterfront last Thursday and watched with deep concentration as a seagull gracefully rose from off the ground close to where a group of young boys basked in the combination of the heat from the mid-morning sun and relief from splashing about in the seawater.