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2002-10-14 Working with elders, you know, stories. Today a man spoke about his first marriage before going to get a catscan. She knew her three months, she was pretty and 4-11 but other than that, not much else--he described. In posteriority, everything frank and less hazy. Always subtle comments, jokes about death. Can you give me a ride next week, to the funeral home? Death always mentioned, sometimes not so smoothly. Like a person remarking in front of you that they're fat. You don't want to say they'll die, you hope for some bit of reasurrance, but there's no way out for know without Christian blessings or recycling people and etceteras. I'm going to a hospice volunteer meeting tomorrow to see how to respond to all these dark one-liners without being cornily optimistic. Oh well. |