Death – if one is dying fortunately (186,000 have died in America and the majority have died alone robbed of comfort robbed of the care and the embrace of their loved ones robbed of saying one last time I love you when it will have to suffice for the thousands more they thought they were going to be able to share Trillions of unsaid unheard I love yous vanquished negated) – Death creates captive audiences

driving to his daughters home in Southern California windows down blue air whipping through the car his hair no radio nothing to balk or interrupt his thoughts he sang repeatedly over and over I’m working my way back to you, babe  the Four Seasons over and over  he might have sang for two hours tears streaming out of his eyes

                                                                                                     and as he sang

it occurred to him that she might be thinking along the same lines except she was working her way out of a horrible debilitating illness  working her way to a new existence that she knew existed 

what was binding herkeeping her from her new life was her failing bodyher failing mortality

she wrote him that she was becoming very anxious

she wrote she was upset that she was leaving him her sister her husband and two children

                                                                                                 but her time here was at an end she had done what she was meant to do

he did not doubt her earnest her intelligence

                                                she had been one of the wisest most caring people he had ever known

he took no credit

she took after her mother

he was grateful his wife was dead

he was sure their daughters death would have killed her

1514,  Saturday,  22  2. 20

1937,  Twosday,  1  9. 20

Four Seasons  Working my Way Back to You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nj0BnpvM5cQ

George Michael  I’m Never Gonna Dance Again  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7x9UUMmuTw