May 17, 2016 § Leave a comment

Yesterday a visit at friends’ whom we hadn’t seen for years. Their son is now eighteen and they’ve lost all their parents. We talked about the future, our upcoming holidays, our teaching jobs, how much work their huge garden in the suburbs means, and how it is to find your old mother lying dead in her bed after she hasn’t answered the phone for the whole day. W. said he knew that this was a good death but this image was hard to keep together with images of him playing with her on this bed as a kid. W. will go to Bristol for one week in the holidays. Why Bristol?

(First published in my Instagram account.)


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