Monday June 28th

Day 70

All day, while I shop for packets of jam sugar; sit with my father at the clinic; wash salad leaves; hang sheets in the sun; wait for my husband in the X-ray department at the hospital; soothe the pussycat; the news about my cousin and the cancer snaking in his body, keeps coming back to me like a boomerang in my gut.

Although he is wise and accepting and courageous - and not old - my imagining of our big rambling family without him is raw and indigestible.