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
I was eleven when my father was diagnosed with cirrhosis. Mother and I visited him at the hospital a few times. He was scrawny and sad. I pitied him, but I was not too sorrowful. Only frightened. A few weeks later, on a September afternoon, mother picked me up from school. ‘We’ve brought father home … Continue reading When My Father Died I Did Not Cry
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