For those who have passed on.
My Father holding my baby cousin,
lucky are those who exit so early from such a cruel & lonely world,
cold quiet & unbearable.
“I suspected that my father’s ripe old age was not a divine blessing, but rather a curse; that our family’s excellent mental gifts served only to excite us mutually; I felt the stillness of death rise around me when in my father I saw a doomed man destined to survive us all, a cross on  the grave of his own hopes. A guilt must be weighing on our entire family;  God’s […]
