On this day - one year ago - my friend Mr. Fuchs died of starvation in a nursing home room - alone - surrounded only by the whirl of machines, cold fluorescent light, and impending death. He died alone because every one of his dozen relatives* no doubt had excellent reasons for not having the time to be at his side.
"You who philosophize disgrace,
And criticize all fears.
Bury the rag most deep in your face
Now is the time for your tears."
.... The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carrol by Bob Dylan
* Most of whom owed their very existence to Mr. Fuchs and all of whom lived minutes away.
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