As a design team member, I try my best to work ahead on my projects so that I am prepared to share them. However, in mid-to-late February, Life said hello with a baseball bat laden with a few ten-pound weights. What a blow! My mother, who has suffered from Alzheimer’s for probably ten years or more but for whom nursing care had only been required for the last six, died. She died not quite ten years after our father but ten years after, nonetheless. I find the numerology associated with my parents’ lives interesting. My mother was born in 29. She died at 89 in 2019. My father was born in September, the 9 th month and died in 2009. Nine is a divine number. It represents the end of cycles. And here my family resides, our parents’ physical lives complete, the cycle resolved. And yet, memory exists as a wind traveling across the moors of grief and the warm embrace of Jacob’s ladder. And, so, I found myself at home looking at my intended project and deciding that it wasn’...
