(11-03-2020, 09:38 AM)aku Wrote: 5:30 and the phone rings. The dreaded (1) call has come ...
RIP Gertrud Kupries, beloved mom, June 17, 1944 to Nov 3, 2020.
No website, no news to link to, which would mention that passing, nobody important to the World. Just me, my sister, pops, friends and relatives. Born near the end of WW2, second youngest of five sisters, grown up during the german rebuilding, worked as a maid, married my father, a stay-at-home mom to me and my sister, a cleaner for hire, a night nurse, a painter in retirement. I am proud that she used some of my pics from around Vancouver for some of her paintings.
And F*k cancer.
(1) She became unconscious last Tuesday, a few hours after I spoke with her on the phone. Since then it was just waiting for the body to follow. But she knew she was loved.
My deepest condolences.
“We can never undo what we have done. We can never go back in time. We write history with our decisions and our actions. But we also write history with our responses to those actions. We can leave the pain and the damage in our wake, unattended, or we can do the work of acknowledging and fixing, to whatever extent possible, the harm that we have caused.”
— On Repentance and Repair: Making Amends in an Unapologetic World by Danya Ruttenberg
— On Repentance and Repair: Making Amends in an Unapologetic World by Danya Ruttenberg