Ave atque vale
This is hard to write.
A week ago my brother died. He had been ill for a number of weeks with a rapid form of Leukemia and went quietly in his sleep.
There are no words for how I feel, that is something that bulks too large for my skills to encompass, but I can draw some wisdom from this.
The thing I am proudest of doing in all the world right now is that I made a small aeroplane, red biro on notepad paper, borrowed scissors from the nurse, cut it out and hung over his bed. He had to lie back because of a lumbar puncture he had had and it cheered him up a little. It was a tiny, hopeless little gesture in the face of the towering, dark wave of his illness, but that and sitting quietly with him was all I had.
Sometimes there is not a lot you can do, so just do that.
Somewhere out there you may have the privilege of hanging up a small, red aeroplane for someone, maybe making a difference, no matter what the odds. Be brave. Seize the day, you may not get a second chance.
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Trying for over 10 minutes to find words to describe the power, beauty and pureness of this blog.
Thankyou. Thoughts like these come from something greater and more generous than I can be or express, I supply the hands.