Yes - Death is not on holiday... Yeesh, would it cease and let me at least catch my breath?
Last month was death-watch central with Charlie Schwerin's passing and me being so close to that epicenter by propinquity, me being in Gilsum, NH at Katie Schwerin's property.
Then, Sister Charlotte drops the bomb of her having her right lung removed in just days.. huh wha! Another look by docs tell her that "No, too close to an aorta" or something, and if they open her to remove said lung and find the situation to be what they expect, they'll close her back up and she will not be able to even to chemo or radiation for two months of healing time from all that, thus no nothing available.
So, she's doing that course now.
Sunday, July 15, my Uncle Stephen Tobin passed away.
I go to Boston and Bedford and Watertown tomorrow for the wake and then Friday for the funeral.
He is the last uncle I have.
It just don't let up.
Like the rains here in Gilsum, which have been relentless, to say nothing as to the many electrical storms accompanying nearly each one that blows through here. One of a magnitude that awakened me to be completely awestruck by continuous flashes of peripheral lightinig, with the occasional strike, resulting in thunder applauding the act.
Summer 2007.
Someone tell me it's all good, please.
Last month was death-watch central with Charlie Schwerin's passing and me being so close to that epicenter by propinquity, me being in Gilsum, NH at Katie Schwerin's property.
Then, Sister Charlotte drops the bomb of her having her right lung removed in just days.. huh wha! Another look by docs tell her that "No, too close to an aorta" or something, and if they open her to remove said lung and find the situation to be what they expect, they'll close her back up and she will not be able to even to chemo or radiation for two months of healing time from all that, thus no nothing available.
So, she's doing that course now.
Sunday, July 15, my Uncle Stephen Tobin passed away.
I go to Boston and Bedford and Watertown tomorrow for the wake and then Friday for the funeral.
He is the last uncle I have.
It just don't let up.
Like the rains here in Gilsum, which have been relentless, to say nothing as to the many electrical storms accompanying nearly each one that blows through here. One of a magnitude that awakened me to be completely awestruck by continuous flashes of peripheral lightinig, with the occasional strike, resulting in thunder applauding the act.
Summer 2007.
Someone tell me it's all good, please.
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