March 2nd, 2016
I started working with Mr Slate about a month ago. Mr Slate is 89 years old, bed ridden, and not all that happy. I can understand that, I don’t think I’d be happy if my life was confined to one bed in one room.
When you’re dying your world becomes very small, you wrap yourself with the comforting blanket of the ego and nothing much else gets in, it’s all about you, and it should be.