There's a science fiction story, and I wish one of you could tell me what it was, in which the protagonist is having an ordinary, but bad life . . . things like his mother dies when he's 9 years old but lingers a long time before, and misfortune strikes him at every turn . . . ruined jobs, devastating calamities, failed relationships, addictions, depression, then unending suffering in an unending illness like his mother, and then . . . a lonely death.
Then he wakes up in a bed of sorts, and a nurse of sorts says to him "Congratulations, Mr. Smith, your penal sentence on Earth has been completed. You are free to go."
Brigitte's sister-in-law died at 56 on Thursday of a brutal, long-lasting cancer. She was the fullest-of-life person I ever met.
But now she's finally been released. I'm glad one day they'll let me go, too.
Very sorry to hear this, and my condolences to you and Brigitte and family. 56 is too, too young. :(
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ReplyDeleteThank you both. She's fine, enjoying the balmy 3-degree weather in Calgary while my toes have to be amputated for frostbite (that's where the spicy food comes in!)
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