The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective.
Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you – all of the expectations, all of the beliefs – and becoming who you are.
"Architects are idea people. We have concepts and make designs that embody or implement them. We present them as clearly and openly as possible, and can only hope that others will find them useful to their ends, and build them." American architect, engineer, artist and theorist, Lebbeus Woods (31 May 1940 - 30 October 2012)
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny, and a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.
There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral…But I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous…more extravagant and bright. We are…raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.
It flows thru
the death of me
like a river
American poet Gregory Nunzio Corso (26 March 1930 – 17 January 2001) died of prostate cancer. His ashes were deposited at the foot of the grave of poet Percy Bysshe Shelley in the Cimitero Acattolico, the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. Although Corso was Catholic and the cemetery was strictly Protestant, an exception was made for him. Corso also wrote his own epitaph, above.