‘I didn't weep. I remember that I hadn't wept during the whole spectacle. My eyes were dull, my throat tight, my awareness open-mouthed.' - The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas; Machado de Assis.
Today's Pitacos is rather a sad one but it's the one that I haven't been able to get off my mind for the past week.
Last Monday I lost a dear, cheerful, wise and ambitious friend to cancer. It wasn't easy. She is a daughter and a mother, a colleague and a loved friend by many, but it is what life wants it to be (I can't bring myself to use the past tense just yet).
In fact, in the last 6 months I've lost 3 people in my life. And to only one of them the end was fair - the first one, my grandmother who hadn't been herself for years.
