My mother died last week, 17 years too late, of Alzheimer's disease--though not technically, of course. Technically, Alzheimer's victims die of heart failure, pneumonia or perhaps a stroke, since the symptoms of the disease and a series of strokes are indistinguishable. My mother died of some respiratory thing, technically. It might be said that she died because she stopped breathing. Now, I would like to start breathing again myself, having held my breath for 17 years.
Yet, oddly, I am wondering what to do with spring this year--oddly, because I had been thinking about my mother less and less as her...
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