Blurbs from the life of Portland bead artist, Esther Liberman
May 8, 2010
Almost No Words for This
Why must the end be so hard? And so long? It's agonizing for everyone, especially when we don't know if it's just the start of the end, or really near the end. Watching what my inlaws are going through right now, I am absolutely terrified of my own future, when we will be their age, and wrestling with mortality in such a difficult, painful way. And watching my own mother disintegrate is a whole other kind of terror, as I look at my own image, age-adjusted. Like I said before, aging isn't for the weak-hearted.