Angol
Reflections, May 6th 1983. My older brother s wife lay still. Cancer. She was 24. September 21st 1983, my older brother and I had a vicious argument. Staggering, drunk, upon his knees he pointed his finger at me, he stared deep in my eyes a stare I would carry for the rest of my life. He cried my betrayal, he was first born, he was once my guardian angel. I left the house, following my insensitive ego. That would be the last time I would see him alive. Through age his pain burdened me, I would fail within his betrayal. Then his eyes would appear again, and I would finally understand all his pain, enduring last year from cancer, watching my mother slipping away. The look of deep fear and pain in her eyes, her eyes questioning why she had to die. From within this pain I found religion, love within the sun. As I lay naked, starving, sweating upon my stomach I found a sense of balance amidst the elements, gravitational pull, wisdom planets. I found peace, and there I would bond with the sun learning to express madness on these pages. Whispering my mother s name
