yesterday i got a postcard from my sister. i recognized her handwriting right away and stopped short. we have not been in touch for years. she doesn't like what i write about. her card was asking if there is anything from my father's apartment that i will want when he dies. today is his birthday. he is 86 and he lives in budapest. i don't see him very often, or talk to him. he is pretty disabled, i understand, with parkinson's, and his conversations don't always make sense. that's what my mother says. they don't live together. she calls him every couple weeks or so. i don't like to think of my father dying, of having something of his, or not having something. it all just hovers in the air and i wonder if i will respond, send out my shopping list...
Causes Marta Szabo Supports
I have supported Obama since before he declared his candidacy. I particularly support organizations that advocate for animals.