John's death

I left work at about 6PM, about fifteen minutes before Merce arrived home to find him inert on the kitchen floor. He was cooking rice and it had not yet burned. We had stopped drinking the strong Irish tea years before. John had a series of small strokes beginning at least 4 years before, certainly by the time we were making Europeras in Frankfurt. The one that day was something different, a “massive cerebral accident” described one of the doctors. His brain — that lovely, amazing brain — was compressed by his blood to less that 10% of it’s proper size. His heart was strong, continuing on it’s own for another 6 hours or so. Then it was over.

I find Pauline’s comment bizarre.

Andrew Culver