Sunday, November 30, 2014
…Don't be afraid, the darkness
you're in is no greater than the darkness inside your own body, they are two
darknesses separated by a skin, I bet you've never thought of that, you carry a
darkness about with you all the time and that doesn't frighten you...my dear
chap, you have to learn to live with the darkness outside just as you learned
to live with the darkness inside….
~Jose Saramago, All the Names, 1999
Friday, November 14, 2014
Early this morning I received word from my mother that my father has passed away. It’s over. He is no longer in pain.
As I’m writing this, I’m trying not to feel anything—not the sorrow, not the anger, not the bitterness over losing someone who could’ve been and should’ve been, but wasn’t, a part of my life. It’s been months since I last saw my father. I felt even then that I will never see him again. That day we said our last goodbye.
