[in the waiting room of the afterlife]I mention this only because it is my mother's time to die. Her nine-month battle with brain cancer is at an end. It's been a difficult few days here with family as we keep a round-the-clock vigil and move into other phases.
Barbara: Adam, is this what happens when you die?
Receptionist: This is what happens when *you* die.
[points at a gaunt man smoking]
Receptionist: That is what happens when *he* dies.
[points at a woman cut in half on the sofa reading]
Receptionist: And that is what happens when *they* die. It's all very personal.
Grieving, too, is all very personal. As such, I'm not sure what this space will look like in the next week or so as we deal with funeral arrangements and other issues. I have a few half-finished posts in the queue that I will try to shine up and set to auto-post. Please be patient with comment moderation, as my access to the internet may be intermittent and I have a variety of traveling to do.
Life moves on, sometimes in fits and starts and pauses. So will this blog.