don't cry
more bad news in the never-ending series of plagues that beset my reading and those working on it...
it seems c's gung gung (grandfather) has taken a turn for the worse. he's been ill for a while but now he's been transferred to a hospice. she may have to leave for hawaii as soon as next week, potentially missing the reading. well, the reading's small potatoes next to life and death. i never got a chance to meet her grandfather, though i've heard many stories. early in our relationship, he suffered a stroke which hobbled him quite badly. i would never get to meet the man that c knew. i don't know if i can make it out to hawaii -- in which case, i'll have never met him at all.
he's 92.
i edited together some house music to be played while everyone shuffles to their seats before my reading. i tried to pick tracks that are evocative of the play. tonight, i burned it onto a cd and played it over and over and depressed the hell out of myself...
1 Comments:
92's not a bad way to go; & hospice's the ticket. "Lucky/"Fortunately. Worth believing in God with respect to such; I would be sure that that gentleman, had. (Maybee why he lived (so) longly & well.) (After 70 it's not worth meeting these guys - if that's any consolation there...would take 30+ years to get to know them/10 years to know you, the younger, firstly..). (Strokes are benign; our body's are more than acclimated to peri-disability: becomes almost normally after 70 years of age). (May your friend's grandfather rest in peace). God, bless you.
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