I was going to talk about death again...
But today I was at a funeral.
And suddenly death seemed very irrelevant.
So I went trough my photographs and found this one -
from a home for the handicapped , where my lovely Rona used to work.
Whenever I went there to visit her working, I couldn't help but thinking:
"My god! What kind of life could this people have??"
But now I understand it all. I've stopped looking for the meaning of life.
Whatever it is - I'm fulfilling it by living.
