On January 21st, as I was down with the flu, I received this e-mail from my cousin:
My dad passed away this afternoon very peacefully. My brother played a song that reminded my dad of his parents. My dad opened his eyes and looked directly at Peter – the first time he’s done this in many days – and then waited for my mom to come to the room, and then passed away.
We haven’t figured out yet when the funeral will be but I will let you know as soon as it’s decided.
Thanks everyone. It’s been a long journey and also a very special one.
I had a task entry for over a year, “blog about Francis” which I finally deleted yesterday. It has a huge number of notes, and in a different time I might revisit them. There is so much to write about my Uncle, I don’t know where to begin.
Continue reading some past Francis stories after the jump
I’m horribly sick right now.
I’m sick (in more ways than one)
North Beach, San Francisco, California
Apple MacBook Pro iSight
I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed yesterday, but I eventually did which was probably not wise.
Being sick means waking up with strange or horrible dreams.
This time, it is years later and my instant best friend has died. I’m thinking how horrible it is that she died so young, so soon after we met, and how I can barely recall her name and face now. But I wake up, everything is fine, nobody’s dead, and its only me who is sick.
I want to call her and make sure she really isn’t dead, but I don’t want to be served with a temporary restraining order. So I think better of it and blog where this private insanity of mine comes from.
[Two dreams of death after the jump.]Continue reading