The lady downstairs doesn’t know where she is. She’s standing in her dining room looking out the window, but where is that? Her african violets, tiffany lamps, fine velvet chairs, the lovely painting she created years ago,look familiar. And did she phone the doctor to come and talk or was that yesterday? Her not knowing […]
Filed under: Cornelia Hornosty by akublik Date 24 April, 2008
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His life ended in the midst of our love, a happy man just seconds before. I smile and remember, praise life with him, connection and all we shared, thinking of our daughter’s beauty, many lively exchanges, an essay on the duality of human nature: the grandeur and misery in us all, We had thorny choices […]
Filed under: Cornelia Hornosty by akublik Date 21 April, 2008
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