I haven’t been in any mood to write recently. My cousin died last week in Uzbekistan. He was going to turn 50 this week. I cannot even comprehend (let alone describe here) the history or the reasons or the excruciating pain my mother’s oldest sister has had to endure. I am sitting here for 20 minutes trying to come up with a sentence or two but I cannot. Words seem cheap and inappropriate to describe the agony that her life has been. Even if I could write something, it would be similar to recounting the book of Job.
Perhaps some day I will have the courage and the language skills to write their stories and my impressions.