I was struck so cold, so horrified, so silent. I didn’t know what to say, and of course it makes no difference.
Jordan has told you that I’m heading the same way as Dinouch. I can’t talk anymore, and I’m having trouble walking. I’m expecting to lose more over time. It’s a horror show in slow motion.
We can do nothing for the end of life; all we can do is live it as fully as we can; and do for our friends and children all we can. Cheap sentiments; unfortunately for us they are true. I would do anything for Newla.
You’re right; Dinouch was so true, straight as an arrow into the heart. I think of her every day. I remember, one day, Dinouch and I were walking down the street in San Francisco. A man stopped her, and asked her if she were going out with someone. She said yes. The man sighed and said, « Then that man is the luckiest man in the world. » and left us. Dinouch threw me a look and said, « what is the problem with Americans – they are all so crazy! » and went on her way.
And I think of you, and Newla, and Dalaag; you are four stars in the sky.