a story

I just deleted this story, the true story of my mother's illness and death. I thought it was too sentimental and too maudlin. I have not thrown it away. I have only removed it from this blog. Perhaps one day I will post it again. But maybe not. It is enough for me to have written it, for myself. To remember everything.

I just returned from the Noguchi Museum. It was peaceful and the sculptures so incredible.

I have already posted this picture of my mother, but I am leaving it here, a ghost of the story that it accompanied until a few moments ago. My mother would have liked the Noguchi Museum.