On Saturday I sat in my car, unable to get out to walk into the grocery store, listening to This American Life (i can't count on two hands how many times this has happened to me). I laughed, but mostly I cried, sobbed, listening to their special tribute to David Rakoff. He passed away at the beginning of August. If you have time, listen to the whole program here, David is a wonderful writer. But the writing that moved me the most, was a part from his novel Love Dishonor, Marry, Die; Cherish, Parish. He reads an excerpt (you can listen to it starting at 40 min into the program) about what it's like to face death. It is so honest and raw and beautiful. I have listened to just that one part about seven times now. It reminds me so much of what it was like to care for my dying mother. A time I strangely miss.
Silke Otto-Knapp: "Mountainlandscape" (2012), watercolor on linen