So what if instead of a post there is mostly silence? A photograph and silence, and just a few words only, to go with them. A few days ago I spoon-fed my grandfather soup with a teaspoon. It was a wonderful experience. And I hope that perhaps one day my grandson will spoon-fed me as … Continue reading Written In Passing
Do you? When it will come, how it will be like, whether you will suffer much? Or have you relegated it to a dark and forgotten corner of your mind, turning it into a vague possibility, something that is bound to occur sometime in the future but which until then should be of no concern … Continue reading Do You Ever Think About Your Death?
Grandfather died. Sunday he did not answer the phone, so Monday we paid him a visit. The apartment was locked (key left in the lock, a precaution against imaginary thieves) so we had to call the firemen and the police. They had to force the door open. His apartment smelled of old furniture and inaction, … Continue reading Old People Die So That Young People May Live
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