Auschwitz in the Snow
We have finally returned from Toronto where my good sister, my wife's sister, is dying in what the Canadians euphemistically call Palliative Care. We took her daughter to see her every day, then turned to a mountain of tasks awaiting us.
We are involved greatly in this Toronto family of mother and daughter.
Even the snow cannot bring beauty...
... it remains severely cold, not gentle; it is grey, not white; it is a threat of glacial grinding and the digging of aretes and the tossing up of moraines upon the battle ground of Earth...
It took me 2 days to be able to write this.
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In the bleak winter of the soul.....or something like that - never could remember quotes right.
Palliative care - probably harder for the bystanders than the recipient.
It's burningly hot here - a desert of mugginess that forgot how to rain.
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The only seasons we will be able to endure will be spring and autumn, so we shall book passage on continuous cruise liners that speed across the globe, seeking the equinoxes.
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