Dearest Poggio,
Please, I insist, stop reading this letter and get some sleep. The absence of pain is a worth while pursuit. Judging another's path to the same is not recommended. If Ed Too Tall Jones and Cheryl Miller grew old, moved to a Grand-Village adult hospice w/ benefits community, and proceeded to pee the place full well, then whatever, that's their jam. Let them do Ed Too Tall and CM and you do Poggio. Write soon, or send a painting something. Much love.
Lorenzo.
Gin and Death
I’m at my bar now. So this will have to be quick.
An unexpected death — (aren’t they all) an older man and his wife had very bad dementia, their nephew didn’t want to tell the wife of her husband 65 yrs death. Poggio begged to differ. His indulgence (hubris?) for having worked this circuit for so long, he lost one uncle, Poggio had buried hundreds. Jr: "She’ll just be sad for a minute and then forget"— P: I respect that, BUT, let me think about that. (and it starts)
She knows in her spirit that he is dead. Give her a moment, tell her he’s gone. Aunt Cheryl would appreciate that..it would be a mitzvah. Do what you wish.
He did it with Pggio’s help — this joyfully demented alzheimers type former world class athlete, and not just too tall and scary person. What is it ?
Cheryl: Please, let me finish my tea — I don’t want to go subconsciously -- Cheryl knows Ed Too Tall Jones is dead.
The golden years that no one knows. True love. We pray. Amen. 'Whatever' Giggle, 'Whatever'.
she KNEW she KNEW she KNEW —
The battle between spirit and what her mind didn’t know
I’m getting him ready — going to pour him a Gin and die.
