I'm struggling with anticipation on two levels. Both feel very big and both are taking up my thoughts.
I am aware that anticipation is something we all feel, whether good or bad, and that you will say "Ah, yes, I feel anticipation too. Today, I anticipate my first day at work." Or it may be that Auntie Flo is coming to stay and bringing her budgies. Or it may be that you are on a diet and anticipate a blow out on pizza and chips later this afternoon as a reward for loosing a quarter of a pound.
It may be that you anticipate the death of someone you love, it may be you anticipate bad news to do with your health. Or something good, like tea with the Queen, or the birth of a new baby. Or that your mortgage gets paid off this week after your boss realises you need that pay rise backdated to 1985.
Here is what is on my mind.
- I open with my A Graceful Dying One Woman Show on 30 May
- My brother Dominic went into the hospice yesterday and is facing the end of his long journey with cancer
|Wow. Am I really doing this? it appears so!|
Below, Dom just after Mum's funeral last September 2015 and then a year earlier working with me for the A Graceful Death exhibition. We had just done our interview and I was leaving him exhausted, to go and write up all my notes.