Frozen memories and Birds flying
Somehow times escaped me again. The faster times begins to fly, the more I look back and wish I could remember what I've done. But so much has happened over the last few months that I rather just write and let some of it out. The passing of my grandmother was difficult and I thank Sam for going with me. Miguel and Sam captured some beautiful words, I recommend reading them. I wasn't able to write, somehow, I just couldn't. School has been busy and work is getting more and more hectic with sometimes no reprieve in sight. But as I was driving, last week, on NPR I heard a commentary by Terry Gross "Fresh Air". She was doing a followup story on Mr. Debaggio, somehow his words as an elderly person, struggling in the last years of his with life with Alzheimer's hit me hard.... I thought they summed up a lot of the feelings we all have ... but we somehow loose the ability to speak them.
"Now that I have skinned the tree, whistled a dirge for friends gone, waggled a finger in disgust and anger, it is time to be silent and wait for the next tear to fall. This is the way the world ends, with clouds of spit ringing your mouth and stuttering screams of helplessness, as it was in the beginning. Go on. Keep going on. Struggle to stay alive, even as the dark night falls with angry shouts and burning tears", Tom DeBaggio
I honestly feel a lot better, April came and is moving quickly. I'm looking forward to lots of things this summer. Conferences, visits from my parents and friends, and of course ... summer time ... beaches and trips to NYC.
Somehow times escaped me again. The faster times begins to fly, the more I look back and wish I could remember what I've done. But so much has happened over the last few months that I rather just write and let some of it out. The passing of my grandmother was difficult and I thank Sam for going with me. Miguel and Sam captured some beautiful words, I recommend reading them. I wasn't able to write, somehow, I just couldn't. School has been busy and work is getting more and more hectic with sometimes no reprieve in sight. But as I was driving, last week, on NPR I heard a commentary by Terry Gross "Fresh Air". She was doing a followup story on Mr. Debaggio, somehow his words as an elderly person, struggling in the last years of his with life with Alzheimer's hit me hard.... I thought they summed up a lot of the feelings we all have ... but we somehow loose the ability to speak them.
"Now that I have skinned the tree, whistled a dirge for friends gone, waggled a finger in disgust and anger, it is time to be silent and wait for the next tear to fall. This is the way the world ends, with clouds of spit ringing your mouth and stuttering screams of helplessness, as it was in the beginning. Go on. Keep going on. Struggle to stay alive, even as the dark night falls with angry shouts and burning tears", Tom DeBaggio
I honestly feel a lot better, April came and is moving quickly. I'm looking forward to lots of things this summer. Conferences, visits from my parents and friends, and of course ... summer time ... beaches and trips to NYC.
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