The Red Brick Times

A couple of us have had opportunity to do bits 'o work at Linda's this week. Frank Abbey replaced a leaky trap under the kitchen sink and I replaced the ceiling fan in the kitchen with a light fixture when the old fan blew out the coupling between the blades and the motor. Peg was leaving and Shirley was arriving as I worked, and the visiting nurse, Kim, was there as well. Linda was asleep under the balanced influence of the pain narcotics, but the effects of the struggle with her body's rebellion were visible in the lines on her face and her pallor. Like all of us, I am struggling with my own feelings and trying to figure out what is best for Linda versus what I fear for myself. It is difficult to put the latter aside and act solely on the former. On the one hand, I am helpless. On the other hand, Linda's acceptance of ebbing life gives me courage. All the countless discussions of going gentle (or not) into that good night have done little to prepare for the reality.
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