THE DISQUIETING DAMOZEL. New Year's Eve is the day I took my previous husband off the respirator. Even though it's been several years since that day I've never felt the same about New Year's Eve and the whole holiday season and maybe I never will. And of course this year's season was pretty much overwhelmed by my dear father-in-law's cancer surgery.
Though I fight it the rest of the time, looking ahead to the New Year tends to be when I wonder about the losses still to come. I know that's not right, and as you'll see, I cheered up later in the day. But if you too secretly have moments of doubt and fear, please join me here for a little vent (and a round of poetry by William Duncan). Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.