I stumbled on a post yesterday - written in 2005 -- a truth that connects the dots, a truth about my own life, and my own family, written by a stranger.
http://aelfscine.wordpress.com/2005/08/02/the-hub-fashions/
This is a story about greed.
This is a story about loss.... of life, of self, of things that don't matter.
This is a story about growing old, and the turning over of the life cycle.
This is a story about mental illness, so insidious and yet so blatant. Judgement and reality long lost.
This is a story about innocence---- and the birds eye view of a stranger who captured the essence of a being and a time now long gone.
I have been so mad at him for the last weeks, for the insanity he inflicted on my life, and I had withdrawn back to my own life, had decided to walk away, at least for a while, until I saw this story, and I suddenly felt pity, and embarassment, and protective (all at once) for the crazy old man who is my father.
