It's my sister, Maureen's, birthday today. It doesn't come at a good time, though, for her that is. The roller coaster of her health is at a low, as it was in late April of this year. Recovery is possible, as it was then, for a time, but difficult to sustain. I get the feeling sometimes, from a distance, that she prefers the solving emptiness that lies below.
The thought that there may be no solutions is a frightening one, but thinkable. I just hope it's wrong.