20071116

When someone close to you gets a severe hit on the head with resulting loss of ability to much besides moan, well, you can imagine. Really can't do anything for themselves. Slowly, the lights come back on, and the emerging images confuse and disturb.

"Why can't I have a cup of tea?"

"In a few days. We have to work at swallowing first, or you'll choke."

"What is this place? It's so small and pokey."

"It's a place where they are helping you get better. We have to be here now so that we can get you better and get you home."

"I'd like that."

"Yes."

We all get tired, so it's important to take breaks and do something nice from time to time. Tonight I pulled out the violin and just sat and played. And read a few blogs to catch up a bit. Important to take time like this.

Thank you for the visit. Life is quite short, isn't it? I went to a funeral this week for an 84-year old man, who in 1945 had written a song to his then young wife, about coming home to her from the army. And now he was going home to her in another way, and his daughter arranged for a musician friend to do the song. It was quite wonderful in a sad way. And then we went to the cemetery, and from there to a place where we often play music, and had something to eat, and talked about life.