breather

I know the blog has been full of my current item of focus: my dying grandmother. In the past week, I have learned an amazing amount of information. Practical, spiritual, emotional. I know about medicines, care and treatment and extrapolate that to what my wants and needs will be. I have learned things about myself - the characteristics and traits I have inherited from my blood. This is a topic I've thought about a lot and am composing an article post on it in my head along with my thoughts on the Rapture - yes, that New Testament thing written about in the Bible. I've learned more about my own limitations and beliefs. A lot of fodder from the fields of the Midwest. I'm packing up the bails and shipping them back to Burbank tomorrow. Back to normal as much as can be. Back to working on my company, to my neighborhood, to time with friends as I continue on this adventure that is my life.

Comments

[Deidre]

I've been amazed by how simply and elegantly you have phrased the vicissitudes of death. When my father was dying, his girlfriend asked him what it was like. Out of a haze where he was more there than here, he said two words "inconceivable freedom." Like you, I'm a fan of convertibles and later, driving along twisting roads with the wind in my hair, those words came back to me. That moment of transcendence on the winding roads is but a glimmer of what the true future is... This year, when my stepfather and his father died within a month of each other I held those words close to me.

I don't know you personally but reading your words I felt I had to say something, if only to say I understand.