Following up on yesterday's blog, I want to write a snail-mail letter to Djamila, the now-a-grandmother student I taught in Algeria when she was fifteen and whose brother--I found out yesterday-- died just three months after her mother. Also, my wonderful octogenarian friend and YMCA co-worker-outer Fran is expecting me at 9:00 so we can take a walk to substitute for the exercise the Stonestown Y isn't offering this week, their second week of innovation.
But I have to share the passage from Vendela Vida's The Diver's Clothes Lie Empty that I first heard on Audible books, which prompted me to buy it in print. It's on page 132:
...you will know. you will have existed. You will have proof that you were here.
You are picturing yourself at seventy, looking back on your youth. You will remember that you were young once, that you were thirty-three...
More (life and aging) later.
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