What matters?

lee

Last night I heard a friend had passed away.  She was my age.  After two months of surgery and great pain, the cancer got the best of her. As we spoke of her and the progression of her illness over cups of tea, the thing that struck me most was a story of how in her last days of delirium she played melodies in the air.  That visual, fingers moving in the shadows, playing a Mozart Concerto was hauntingly beautiful, and terribly painful. For … [Read more...]