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the messengers tell me

packing for the journey
watch yourself sidling
along the edge of all
your indecisions

whining is self-
flagellation

too many clothes….too few
not the right kind
for formal dining

how did you come
to fear
your daughter’s
judgments so?

too rich, too soft
too anxious, too tired
you vow to stop
traveling

you who are so full
of self
hatred for these moments
passing

which will never
come again.
                        2/9/2005

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  2. As always, thank you for sharing your valuable work.

    I haven’t been in touch recently because of my sister. Her dementia continued to worsen, and since last Sept, she had been living unhappily in a secure unit for those with Alzheimer’s disease. On 12/17, she fell and broke a hip, and that began a downhill slide that ended with her death on 1/31. Only now, have I slowly been able to realize how much of my life, particularly emotionally, had been devoted to her care. Since 12/17, I had been with her every day. It has taken me two weeks to sort out what to do with all the time I suddenly have in my life. I’m back on my feet emotionally, and getting involved in activities that I enjoyed before she became ill. I miss her, but am at peace that I did what I could.

    Wishing you and your loved ones a wonderful spring. I can see the change in the birds behavior already, and saw a bird on the river that borders Bath this am that I could not identify. Time to put a bird book and my binoculars in the car!

    Fondly, Adair

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