out of sight, out of mind?
My dad said that the saddest thing to happen in the world for a man is to have him lose his mother or his wife. I think it is not good for me to be away at this moment, for not being in the same atmosphere I'm experiencing a different set of emotions--it is only when I'm in contact with relatives that I can especially be in grief. Mom gave me a blow-by-blow description of the last hours today, and from what I can picture is a straightforwardly downright cruelty of the human body, in fact not just any body, but a body that you have close relations with. I would be traumatised if I were there to witness the whole process. It made me think of King Lear's clothing motif and how we are all stripped down to nudity in the end.