Maybe you want to know if I cried? * 23 April – Waiting For Grandmother to Die * We’ve called the ambulance and they picked her up like a sack of potatoes and put her in a wheelchair and tied her well. I helped them carry the chair into the ambulance. The doctors sent her … Continue reading Grandmother Died
My grandmother has terminal stage lung cancer and she will die in a month or two. She won’t live to see the biography of Oliver Colors published. Should I blame myself, or should I blame her? What worries me now is the thought that I might not cry at her funeral. I love my grandmother. … Continue reading Grandparents Don’t Die When They Should, But When They Can
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed. Shakespeare … Continue reading The Mongrel Envies the Dalmatian For Possessing Spots
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