A long night

A long night

I get out of my office. It was a scorching day. The asphalt was melting under my feet as I tried to make my way thru the busy street to my apartment building. The sun hit my head like a hammer, drops of sweating pouring down my forehead and under my ears make me feel...
Sparks and tears

Sparks and tears

My mom had just died. I was feeling a deep emptiness in my soul. I had managed to appear calm and strong at the hospital, and after that, greeting friends at the funeral home, the church, and the cemetery. My sisters had cried her loss, but tears didn’t come to...
Love each day

Love each day

When my father died, we found his diaries from the years of WWII and the cold war, a time very harsh for him. We thought that the diaries would be full of his adventures as a prisoner and fugitive, which were really exciting. And yes, he wrote about that, but in the...
I couldn’t say Goodbye

I couldn’t say Goodbye

My mom had a stroke and spent four years paralysed. I spent much time with her, trying to alleviate her suffering. It was exhausting and wonderful at the same time because we became very close to each other and complicit in many things. She could move the right side...
I couldn’t say Goodbye

Vulnerable

My mom died three years ago. She was 97 and had spent four years in a wheelchair paralyzed because of a stroke. She was a strong woman, very independent, and with a privileged mind. The day she had a stroke, she became suddenly vulnerable and entirely dependent. She...
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