I do not think that we need a warning to look at this heartfelt essay. It is about life, and death is a part of life. It is regarded though like a failure, like a disease, like something that needs to be ignored and never ever mentioned, something that happens to "others". We show endless pictures with new born babies and stay away from old people.
What you show us here reminded me of a recent book "Being Mortal", by Dr. Atul Gawande. As it's described on the cover, "Dr. Gawande tackles the hardest challenge of his profession: how medicine can not only improve life but also the process of its ending.
Medicine has triumphed in modern times, transforming birth, injury, and infectious disease from harrowing to manageable. But in the inevitable condition of aging and death, the goals of medicine seem too frequently to run counter to the interest of the human spirit."
You made a great tribute to your mother and your essay is a deep cry, hopefully not in the desert.
I read a while ago the memories of Dag Hammarskjold and there is this sentence that is worth mentioning:
"No choice is uninfluenced by the way in which the personality regards its destiny and the body its death. In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts us."
There is something that struck me in your series of photographs - there is a illumination of your mother's face that makes even more powerful the mystery of life and death.
I salute you for your photo essay.
Message edited by author 2016-01-01 19:35:20. |
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