She is with God…
Written in August 2008
It is so simple,
Tikva is with God…
Says Dahlia…
And Dahlia knows…
God is a simple way for a four (and a half) year old to accept death…
So…, what’s wrong with being simplistic…
Why am I writing this… why am I addressing the most important question in the universe… the meaning of life and the meaning of death…
Am I playing with words… as an easy way out… as a way to avoid the meaning of death… or as a way to avoid the inevitable… as a way to avoid death…
Why… why did my little angel die… I already know that… I already said that… she was too tired of suffering… of suffering every breath she was taking… I remember looking at her breathe and thinking what short breaths she was taking… Vai con Dio… my little one… you will always be in my heart…
What is a coincidence… why did my generator (Cyborg) break down on the day I had to go to Tikva’s farewell… to my granddaughter’s goodbye I remember how distant to Tikva I felt when I was shaking vigorously… I felt so much out of touch with the world… just me and my shaking… was this a reminder… to tell me that I am still disabled, and that my Cyborg is just a stop-gap… a temporary stop-gap…
Did I lose all my optimism for the future… can I allow my emotions to control me… the facts…
My generator implant (the one that makes me a Cyborg) all of a sudden stopped…and
The portable remote generator which I keep for cases like these broke down too… so it was impossible for me to function…
Also when I called Stanford Hospital they told me that they could do nothing till Monday (it was Friday)…
Coincidence… or Murphy’s law…
Am I condemned to live with Murphy breathing on my neck all the time…
Written in August 2008
It is so simple,
Tikva is with God…
Says Dahlia…
And Dahlia knows…
God is a simple way for a four (and a half) year old to accept death…
So…, what’s wrong with being simplistic…
Why am I writing this… why am I addressing the most important question in the universe… the meaning of life and the meaning of death…
Am I playing with words… as an easy way out… as a way to avoid the meaning of death… or as a way to avoid the inevitable… as a way to avoid death…
Why… why did my little angel die… I already know that… I already said that… she was too tired of suffering… of suffering every breath she was taking… I remember looking at her breathe and thinking what short breaths she was taking… Vai con Dio… my little one… you will always be in my heart…
What is a coincidence… why did my generator (Cyborg) break down on the day I had to go to Tikva’s farewell… to my granddaughter’s goodbye I remember how distant to Tikva I felt when I was shaking vigorously… I felt so much out of touch with the world… just me and my shaking… was this a reminder… to tell me that I am still disabled, and that my Cyborg is just a stop-gap… a temporary stop-gap…
Did I lose all my optimism for the future… can I allow my emotions to control me… the facts…
My generator implant (the one that makes me a Cyborg) all of a sudden stopped…and
The portable remote generator which I keep for cases like these broke down too… so it was impossible for me to function…
Also when I called Stanford Hospital they told me that they could do nothing till Monday (it was Friday)…
Coincidence… or Murphy’s law…
Am I condemned to live with Murphy breathing on my neck all the time…
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