As some of you know, three weeks ago, on October 5, my niece Simone died at the age of 18. She had been diagnosed less than three weeks before that with cancer. Cancer took her swiftly – too swiftly for us to grasp, really. That will perhaps take most of the rest of our lives.
Writing can’t help but be part of my journey about this tragedy – just as my daughter’s journey after losing her sister-cousin involves lots and lots of drawing and painting. It has felt unclear to me how to proceed with that writing though. The topic of death and its aftermath is not the usual stuff of this blog, and I don’t care to shift my focus here quite so thoroughly. I have never wanted a reader – accustomed to my shorter form and (usually) light touch – to feel hijacked by a blog post. At the same time, it feels wrong somehow to proceed with only those topics I deem consistent with the blog’s previous life without acknowledging somewhere that I stand on new ground.
Simone’s death is now part of everything I might do, so in that regard, it will be present in anything I write for this blog. Likely you will glimpse her – if only sometimes between the lines. How could it be otherwise?