(c) scott morgan 2013
Scott did this portrait of us awhile back and I just discovered it on his iPad. We said goodbye to his sister Lindy yesterday. That was very very hard to do. Although we have been extraordinarily open with our story up to this point, there are many more moments now of the sense that words are not adequate to express the enormity of the situation. Plus there are too many facets to it…where do I begin. I am daily moved by the kindness of strangers, both here in Goa and globally in the blogosphere. I am bowled over continually by the outpouring of love and grace from family and friends–his, mine, ours– and unexpected places. My personal cloudbursts go unnoticed in the heavy monsoon deluge washing over Goa, washing over me.
Scott is beyond words. He sleeps much of the time but when he is awake he is fully conscious and all Scott. There were tiny moments of normal during Sista’s visit: the easy laughter and the ego-levelling banter that only a sibling can bring you, reminding you of where you came from and who made you what you are. It is a deeply rooted bond born of shared experience and secret codes no one else can decypher. Like the song from summer camp or the look on grandma’s face, remember? The rain beating down a steady refrain…listen…you hear what it’s saying. Remember me. Remember me, Sister. Don’t forget me.