baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bad Writing Doesn't Help Much I get the feeling that Mom knows more than she's telling. Money sent back home, secret letters that Dad can't see, odd emails from family members with unfamiliar names-these all feel like loose ends being tied to a quick knot-the prep work for an ending to a life of nearly 80 years. And she does all this without a trace of resignation. She smiles when I come over, she laughs at my jokes, she bugs me about my shaved head; she is surrounded with an aura of normalcy that is at once unsettling and beautiful. And the more I marvel at her strength, the emptier I feel. I'm afraid of life without this anchor at my side. 9:46 p.m. - 2001-11-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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