reflections on entering the fray: life, art and politics at 76
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Kate and I spent the day with Dad, all of us watching over Mom who never woke, except, perhaps for several moments late this afternoon. We continue the watch tomorrow unless Mom fades away sometime tonight. Kate thinks not.
Today, Dad would often broke into song. "When all's said and done, there is only one...." Songs about love from long ago. Then he'd say, "Your mother is a beautiful woman."
"And she is a good woman." We cried and smiled and watched Mom breathe.