tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post2929226821892456700..comments2023-09-26T05:52:15.394-07:00Comments on one paragraph at a time: sitting Shiva for Muriel KatzUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post-3935712416831844452010-12-29T09:54:21.290-08:002010-12-29T09:54:21.290-08:00WOW. I was misty too. You are such a strong witnes...WOW. I was misty too. You are such a strong witness to life, thank you. I dreamed last night about bad knees and aging, and woke up feeling uneasy about it all, perhaps frightened, even. Thinking of you,Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14199176753720165710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post-1629884537701800932010-12-29T09:52:18.178-08:002010-12-29T09:52:18.178-08:00wow. I'm imagining I'm there with you this...wow. I'm imagining I'm there with you this second, holding your hand, and repeating your chorus. I dreamt last night of bad knees and aging, and woke up fearful of death.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14199176753720165710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10097960.post-55143572358406061722010-12-14T09:58:44.337-08:002010-12-14T09:58:44.337-08:00"I don’t want to die until I am goddamned goo..."I don’t want to die until I am goddamned good and ready" <br /><br />Tears flooded up. <br /><br />Thinking of you, your mother, your grandfather, Muriel, Jacqui, Mary and her daughter Paula, my mother, all of the daughters left behind, thankful for the people who show gentle strength through their paper thin skinned hands.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com