Margaret and I are both orphans, now. Yesterday at 8:00 EST/1:00 GMT, Patricia P Bamforth died in her sleep at her hospital in Augusta, Maine. I’ll post an obit later, but for now suffice it to say that we were neither surprised nor fully prepared. Just Saturday she had agreed to moving to a place in a very pleasant care home, and she seemed to be on a resurgence; but Sunday she had changed her mind and asked that all life support be removed, and Monday morning she gave over mortality.
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I did not run yesterday; I did this morning, as part of reinscribing us in some sort of normal life, reasserting forward momentum to amplify the gyroscopic power of daily routines. We need all the power of dailiness to carry us onward, through the disconcerting memories and realisations of the last few weeks.
Condolences to Margaret on the loss of her Mother. However much anticipated, it is always a shock when death actually happens. May she rest in peace.