It is better to write of a burning candle than curse the darkness: The Art of Death. #4

She had a sense of humor. Even in her most confusing and struggling times, her mind was always there, waiting to jump out just at the right time and make you laugh.She resembled a light in a dark place. 18 months. That’s how long I knew her. I was her caretaker, her chef, her aide, … Continue reading It is better to write of a burning candle than curse the darkness: The Art of Death. #4