Needless to say, I am still extraordinarily devastated by the events of the past few days. Right now, there's really not much more to say because not much more has happened. My mother and I are starting the process of transfering control of much of her financial life to me so I can maintain her "business" side while we proceed with the medical aspects.
I am not sure how to react when I think that all of the work that we did around my grandmother's life has, in retrospect, turned into a dress rehersal for my mother's. It is definitely disturbing in its own way.
Over the years, my mother has sporadically been visited by her own muse which compelled her to write her thoughts down. Most of the things she's written are, to the best of my knowledge, lost to the mists of time. However, she wrote two particularly poignant pieces last year and I think she wouldn't mind terribly if I published them here for the world (or as much of it as ever reads these diary entries) to read and ponder.
So, without further ado, I present two of my mother's works. I hope you ... I was going to say, "I hope you enjoy them", but I realize it doesn't matter whether you enjoy them or not. At the least, though, I hope you appreciate them. My mother is a remarkable woman and the latest events to affect her are unfair and very painful for all of us.
Author: ben@tmk.com