On April 15, 2019 we had the veterinarian to our house and Leo was put to sleep. He had cancer and we made the difficult decision to not pursue surgical options, hoping to give him instead a bit more time enjoying the best life we could provide for him. It’s never expected, although we had a little more time than usual to prepare, and that was a gift in many ways.
Today Dr, Oliver Sacks died.
I hope you know who he is, although it means you will share my sorrow to some degree. If not, then I can say with certainty that you have a wonderful treat in store for you: he was a magnificent storyteller and chronicler of the mysterious, glorious landscape we call the human mind.
Some of you have heard J and I talking about doing something very similar to this.
Just thought you might like to know that we aren’t crazy.
On Wednesday afternoon my grandmother (mother’s mother) died. She has been dwindling for more than a month now, so it wasn’t unexpected, just (as death always is) a surprise. My mother was there, singing songs to her (Angel Band, apparently) and was able to witness the moment. It was quiet and peaceful.