Below is a photo of notes that my dad wrote. They include condensed reflections on a few of the darker aspects of life and the human condition. From ailing health, failing vision (with resultant inability to read, or clearly see the faces of loved ones), to societal ailments. "To not be alive nor dead", is the toughest test a human can face, he wrote.
The notes were written in a poem-type format, where the style was a major enhancement to an already powerful substance.
I didn't translate the text, to preserve its character and stylistic strength.
P.S. I hope he remembers, even if sporadically, how much he means to the countless people whose lives and minds he touched. And that to us, his family, he means the world!
TW
Notes by SW (my father). (The handwriting is uncharacteristically less than elegant, a function of visual decline).
My father. Damascus, Dec 6th, 2022. TW