my father has dementia and he can't walk. he is very sick. here he is sitting on his wheelchair looking at me. but he does not look like he is looking at me. I hope that he does not have too much pain. that is all I can hope for him.
Gillian had bone cancer for some years. she was 14 at that time when I was her art teacher. she was wheeling everywhere in her wheelchair, sometimes aided by her friends. always trying to be positive, always trying her best in everything she did. then she got better, and could walk. this was some years ago.
a few months ago I heard that she had passed away.
what can we do about suffering? how can we turn scars into stars?