Caring for Mom

It’s all happening. Smooth Transitions packs up the old apartment.
Mom reads the paper and watches the news every day, but sometimes doesn’t know what day it it.
I hiked through a local park one morning, filled with anger and frustration at no one in particular.

No one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome rewarding treat. Because, here’s the truth: life is catastrophe. The basic fact of existence — of walking around trying to feed ourselves and find friends and whatever else we do — is catastrophe.

For if disaster and oblivion have followed this painting down through time, so too has love.

Thanksgiving at a German restaurant. Imagine if the Native Americans had traded corn for bratwurst.
I did have moments with Joy during my trip. (Joy is the name of my sister’s dog)
Mom proudly stands next to the poinsettia that my brother sent her for her new apartment



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