Part of the story are the reflections of others. I am not there to see what is really going on. But I hear. I hear through the spoken and written word. I might as well be in another country. I am a coward. Now that visiting is permitted for a short time, two at a time, I still refrain. I can’t handle it. I can’t handle the heat, the summer, the ghastly threatening virus. I can’t handle my fatigue that always controls me. Instead, I think about how I am going to disband my mother’s apartment. What is … Continue reading →