"What we fear of death"
Just got back from a wonderful 2-night vacation in Ashland, Oregon, where Plosswood and I saw three plays at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, ate yummy food at a downtown restaurant situated near a babbling brook, and fell blissfully asleep on a wooden bench at a Japanese bath garden (the place is said to "create deep relaxation and rejuvenation" -- well, that's true).
So why am I thinking about Death and Loss? Maybe because autumn is arriving here. Maybe because my mom, who loves Ashland and used to attend the festival with us (we were such a happy little threesome!) just can't go anymore -- she's too feeble and she's too confused. Maybe it's because one of her long-time friends just died in Austin. Maybe because, at my age (I'm 57) so many of my peers' parents are dying, and own dad died in January. A childhood pal just lost her father-in-law, after having buried her mother about a year ago. "Isn't this a sad time of life?" she asked me. Yes, it is.
So why am I thinking about Death and Loss? Maybe because autumn is arriving here. Maybe because my mom, who loves Ashland and used to attend the festival with us (we were such a happy little threesome!) just can't go anymore -- she's too feeble and she's too confused. Maybe it's because one of her long-time friends just died in Austin. Maybe because, at my age (I'm 57) so many of my peers' parents are dying, and own dad died in January. A childhood pal just lost her father-in-law, after having buried her mother about a year ago. "Isn't this a sad time of life?" she asked me. Yes, it is.
