I too spent Bastille Day in a French mode celebrating with a few members of the Rochester-Rennes Sister Cities Committee at a cottage on Conesus Lake.

I wanted everyone to know that Dorothy seems to have started the end of her life's journey. She had a bad spell with breathing last night which was gotten under control with Atavin. We started morphine a couple hours later once the order had gone through. I've been playing a little music for her and reading some poetry. Actually started with that routine last week while she was still up, if not around. Then it was Frost. Last night I started on cummings and Dickenson (a sample below). 

The east coast heat wave has finally broken and today dawned sunny and cooler. Send a little breeze of a thought Dorothy's way to help speed her peacefully on to the next level.

Love to all-

Danica

photos of Dorothy at Thanksgiving 2012 and Easter 2011

any experience, your eyes have their silence;


in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,


or which I cannot touch because they are too near


your slightest look easily will unclose me


though I have closed myself as fingers,


you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens


(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose


or if your wish be to close me, I and


my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,


as when the heart of this flower imagines


the snow carefully everywhere descending;


nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals


the power of your intense fragility: whose texture


compels me with the colour of its countries,


rendering death and forever with each breathing


(I do not know what it is about you that closes


and opens; only something in me understands


the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)


nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands



— e.e.cummings