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Glen Pearson

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Life Among the Stones – Stages of Decline (Chapter 8)

Posted on January 13, 2019

It was a premonition that proved true.  She came to learn this as she sat in Elizabeth Fairborough’s office a week following the Trout Point incident.  Alberta had undergone a series of tests at her physician’s request, and now looked at her friend as she delivered the results. “For a woman of 81, you are in remarkably good health, Bertie, but the brain is another matter. Alzheimer’s is a progressive disease. Over a period of many years, symptoms will slowly become more severe, and a person’s overall condition will worsen. Each person experiences a different progression of symptoms over a different stretch of time, though many will experience slow-moving Alzheimer’s that takes years to progress. For some, it may seem that symptoms are progressing rapidly, and that’s…

Life Among the Stones – Through the Gate and Into … (Chapter 7)

Posted on January 11, 2019

Alberta rose just after dawn, finished off two cups of tea, and proceeded down the back path to the open country beyond.  She hadn’t taken this route as much in recent weeks because of all the preparations she had undertaken in light of her prognosis. Having Robin at home with her made all the difference.  He had been attentive, non-intrusive, and a joy to be around, with his dry sense of humour. Unlike Jennifer, he hadn’t felt the need to press his mother about her feelings or plans; it was enough for him just to be her companion. It took her a moment to unlatch the wooden rail gate that opened up into the valley beyond those houses, like hers, that backed onto a more natural world.  Eventually, she…

“Life Among the Stones – The Story of the Stones (Chapter 6)

Posted on January 10, 2019

Jennifer felt mildly worried but then saw her mother in the side garden, on her knees, preparing the earth for the summer productivity.  She stood at the window and watched as practiced hands removed winter’s clutter, then softened the spring soil in order to plant the seeds in the pouch about her waist.  Neither Jennifer or her brother had taken to gardening, seeing it as  something peculiar to the older generation.  Yet they had both enjoyed the flourish of colour their mother’s hands had wrought when summer was in full bloom.   It had been two weeks since Elizabeth Fairborough had broken the news that shifted the axis of their world. Jenny had helped Alberta unpack the contents of her now empty office when the boxes arrived a few days…

Life Among the Stones – Closing the Desk (Chapter 5)

Posted on January 8, 2019

“It must be this way, Amit – the magazine deserves our best and I can’t deliver at that level anymore,” Alberta said firmly.  “My God, I will miss this place.” She uttered the words as a kind of benediction, filled with reverence and emotion. Amit Laghari, a proud and accomplished magazine publisher with East Indian Brahman origins, leaned back in his leather chair and observed this woman who had been so instrumental to his own success at Society. He had been fully unprepared when she arrived in his office, sat respectively on the chair opposite his, and informed him of all that had transpired in the last two days. If she was feeling the quiet tragedy of it all, she didn’t reveal it.  It could have been like…

Life Among the Stones – Prognosis (Chapter 4)

Posted on January 6, 2019

Robin had arrived in the morning, having taken the train directly from Paris to London.  Fully briefed by Jenny on what was transpiring with their mother, he cut his trip short by two days and arrived in time to prepare lunch for all three of them.  As the aroma of vegetarian quiche wafted through the house, Jennifer and her mom set the dishes on the small round ceramic tabletop in the alcove overlooking the garden. The air was rife with pleasantries, all attempting to stifle the tension.  Elizabeth Fairborough had called only an hour before to say she was waiting for one final test result that would come in over the noon hour, and that she would be immediately by for a late lunch.  Nothing in her voice…

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