MOTHER died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure. who doesnt remember that opening line of Camus' "the Stranger?" The distance of the statement, its coldness has been commented on through the years. It has become somewhat emblematic of Americana today, though it was written by a French existentialist. Its loneliness, is really the loneliness of todays world. But things were not always thus...
Today I learned that my great aunt went into hospice care, not expected to live but a few days more. Her body is just shutting down. OK, its a great aunt, and she is 97, the vast majority of people dont even know their great aunts except at the occasional family reunion if you participate in such things. And 97!? She had a rich and full life - it may be time. Afterall, everyones time will come, and few of us will see such advanced age.
Yes, I know. But, for a moment I would like to remember her life in the context of the Kos-verse. In the context of My Southern Heritage - without the confederate flag.
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