Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window
'I can feel the knuckles of my ancestors pushing into the small of my back.'
So Long, Marian . . .
It's time that we began
To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again
— Leonard Cohen
MONDAY
My sister Marian died shortly after midnight. I got the message early this morning, from several quarters. She had been ill for 18 months but I had not seen her in that time, due to the circumstances we have all been in.
She wa…