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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Bits, tiny bits of me, in the midst of the bathtub cries...

I did finish a book this weekend, even crying in the bathtub couldn't stop me. It is a lovely small thing, 

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. 

it is almost laughable to write a synopsis of it, because you won't believe its beauty if i do.  An extremely literate, successful father and husband suffers a stroke and becomes a person with 'locked-in' diagnosis.  He can turn his head and blink his eye.  He narrates this book to a friend who transcribes his words letter by letter as he stares and blinks at letters in a pattern particular to his needs. The entire book takes place in a rehab wing.
There are moments of sadness and choke.  But only moments. . . there are whole passages devoted to the foods he imagines, the vistas he replays...
it is one of those things that makes you stop your crying, because your life allows you to walk to your own window and let the world nourish you.
A worthy reminder. WORTHY.

1 comments:

Corinne Cunningham said...

Adding it to my list... thank you!