Change

I think the sea has thrown itself upon me and been answered, at least in part, and I believe I am a little changed - not essentially, but changed and transubstantiated as anyone is who has asked a question and been answered. 

                                                                            Hart Crane

After a sudden departure from all that was normal in my little life, and then a couple of weeks spent in the American mid-west and nearly 2,000 km in a car each way,  I am home and back to the blog again.

So far, this project has focused on the past lives of one branch of my family, but recently, I was thrust upon a journey in the intense present with another branch, as we accompanied a singular man through his last days.  He was my father's only sibling, and someone who no one was ready to lose.  But, of course, we have no say in these matters, and when a previously treated melanoma turned out to have metastasized to his brain, the time between diagnosis and death was swift.

And so, another dear soul has joined our ancestors.  I hope that all of them had the good fortune to have had even a fraction of the love and esteem that Uncle Rob had in his life.  Rich, indeed, would they have been.

Uncle Rob's Garden