Sad
I'm back in Montreal, which is great. Staying with S. is great. But I saw Z. today. I was so nervous I wouldn't go to see her at all, but I did.
She is in awful shape.
I can't stand it.
She's only 64. She was so vital, so brilliant, so creative. Now she can't walk, talk, or interact. I barely didn't cry there. I miss her so much. It breaks me to think of how she used to be and how she is now. It seems amazing that she's still a human, still the same human being.
It's not fair, it shouldn't be, that this is what her whole life was leading up to. But it is and I am so sorry.
She is in awful shape.
I can't stand it.
She's only 64. She was so vital, so brilliant, so creative. Now she can't walk, talk, or interact. I barely didn't cry there. I miss her so much. It breaks me to think of how she used to be and how she is now. It seems amazing that she's still a human, still the same human being.
It's not fair, it shouldn't be, that this is what her whole life was leading up to. But it is and I am so sorry.