Richard and me III

Today is March 6. It's been two months since we received news of Richard's death. As Suki says, "chal-ga, Richard," which translates approximately as go in peace.

What is eerie about looking at old photos of Richard (with me, with my parents, with friends, with Suki in Oslo) is the sense of extreme temporal distance they create; but death, on the other hand, creates a sense of extreme speed and closeness in time ... things happening too fast, and too finally. It's unnerving, and makes one feel off balance, as if suddenly all the life around one is more fragile and needs to be protected all the more. I guess that's a good thing. But "fragility" is the operative word here ... and fragile feels fragile.