Marina’s Dad

don’t know Marina, and I didn’t know her Dad. But I love people she loves and that’s enough for me to say the only thing that somehow always feels apporpriate in times like these: I am sorry. Thank you, Noel, for posting it. I have a picture of Marina. I promise to send positive energy through it and hope it reaches her.

I was present in the room when our friend Phil took his last breath. After seeing him lie still for days–his breathing causing the only movements in him–I watched with a mixture of awe, reverence, and fear as he turned his head and eyes toward his wife and gasped one last time. I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT MOMENT. Writing of it now, my body is covered in goosebumps. Something happens at that moment and we will never know what it is.

LOVE.

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