a wolf angel is not a good angel

Today I went to my great-uncle’s unveiling, to my grandparents’ house for a lunch, and then to a three hour nap. I am still totally exhausted, and dizzy, perhaps with the exhaustion, perhaps not, but dizzy nonetheless. (And if you’ve seen the stairs to and in my place, you know dizziness is risky.)

I don’t remember my great uncle well. I remember liking him, finding him fun. (I hear that as a parent he was not. But he was not my parent.) I remember he ate very slowly, I remember that he asked about me, shortly after he moved into a home after his diagnosis with Alzheimer’s. I didn’t go, and then it was quickly too late, and I feel sorry about it still.

Keep on dancing, uncle-give-me-a-kiss-Mort.

Y’he sh’lama rabba min sh’mayya v’chayyim tovim.

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