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It does not end. We do not end. You do not end. The end is where the beginning starts….
Yesterday a body of a drowned young 20 year old man washed up on shore right at the beach in front of our hotel. Apparently two brothers from Hyderabad were going to goa and were on the Casino Royale (maybe even playing roulette) and after awhile went out on deck to a restricted area. A slip into the river with the strong current…
Today is exactly 9 months since we found out the bad news and we began going to goa. Enough time to have a baby! People—including doctors I have met here—keep asking me how I’m able to cope and stay committed to being here by Scott’s side until the end? I don’t know where the strength comes from and some days it is difficult to find more. But as a wise dad has said, “Hang tough, kid!” and that’s what I am doing. It has not been easy but nobody ever said marriage was without ups and downs. In fact in sickness and in health is written right into traditional wedding vows.Not sure if those words are written into Indian wedding…
This is Scott hamming it up back home in High Point in front of his iMac built in camera. Just a typical morning where I would have just gotten up with a yawn but Scott would have already been up for hours playing. Always playing. Having fun. Entertaining himself and others. The chubby cheeks are gone but the Smile 2 the End is still …
We received this nice photo and email from a satisfied collector of GOING TO GOA | paintings by scott morgan this morning. I wish Scott could see how cool his book looks on this fan’s coffee table! He is hangin’ in there but his vision is not what it was now. Maybe it’s even better…The reason I say that is over the weekend he saw some interesting things. Saturday morning he woke up and in a gleeful…
today ( c) katy allgeyer 2013 We have this day. This day has us.We are the lucky ones. We have each other.
sleep sleep sleep
can hardly keep my eyes open
think of how wonderful it was to see luca
to be with my sister
and have katy by my side every minute
it’s getting harder…
Hey! Where’s the red, white, ‘n’ blue? The buildings draped in patriotic stars ‘n’ stripe bunting? The smell of apple pie and taste of lemonade sold at roadside stands by kids capturing foot traffic from the parade route? Where are all the folks we meet n greet n wish a happy summer n catch up with on their winters and it’s always the same, reassuring, comforting scene? The Fourth of July memories are there…in my heart, chakras wide open…with my other treasures.
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. …
going to goa 
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