Lubon, 22.02.2012 Poland
My parents house, in which i grew up.
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Lubon, 04.01.2012 Poland
Izabella Adamska. Last Christmas with my mom. She had serious problems with walking so she was mainly sitting or lying. The atmosphere at home was hard. We all felt that this may be the last such holiday.
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Lubon, 08.09.2011 Poland
My mother never left the house so I have been leaving my daughter (her only granddaughter) with her almost every day. I wanted them to spend their time together as much as possible. Grandma tried to draw something for her granddaughter
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Puszczykowo, 18.11.2012 Poland
Roman Adamski, my dad. After the hip replacement surgery he felt into a coma after which he lost memory. Although he recognized me but remembered only things which had happened few years ago.
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Lubon, 01.09.2011 Poland
Izabella Adamska, my mother, in her home.
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Puszczykowo, 17.11.2012 Poland
Roman Adamski. My father was not walking, speaking made him big difficulties , his mind wandered through the world with I do not recognize. Motivated by me he was trying to practice on the stick. He was so weak that he was falling asleep during the exercise.
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Lubon, 20.12.2011 Poland
Izabella Adamska most of the time she spent lying down. She doesn`t leave the house.
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Lubon, 01.09.2012 Poland
Izabella Adamska. My mother took care of her appearance so when she was still efficient hairdresser was coming to her from time to time. Last visits did not make her pleasure any more.
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Lubon, 26.12.2012 Poland
Preparing to the funeral.
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Puszczykowo, 18.11.2012 Poland
Roman Adamski.Dad was not walking, speaking made him big difficulties , his mind wandered through the world with I do not recognize. Motivated by me he was trying to practice on the stick. He was so weak that he was falling asleep during the exercise.
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Puszczykowo, 20.11.2012 Poland
Room in a hospicy, where my father spent last month of his life.
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Puszczykowo, 24.04.2012 Poland
Izabella Adamska. In February the pain increased so much that my mother was transported to the hospital for examination. The study showed a tumor on the spine. In mid-March she went to a hospice in the same hospital
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Puszczykowo, 04.10.2012 Poland
The road which I was traveling from February to December to visit my mom, then my dad in a hospital.
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Lubon, 21.01.2013 Poland
My parent's house.Lubon.
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Lubon, 21.01.2013 Poland
My father's ties.
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Puszczykowo, 20.11.2012 Poland
Roman Adamski, my father required constant care which I could not provide so he had to go to a hospice in the same hospital where my mother has died.
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Puszczykowo, 24.12.2012 Poland
Warta river. I had been going to the hospital to my parents beside it almost one year.
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One year,
one place
two deaths.
Christmas Eve 2011
My parents are wishing each other Merry Christmas. Mom is standing heavily on her legs.
I’m feeling anxious.
We didn’t talk much that day.
Christmas Eve 2012
The last stretch of the road to the hospital leads through the forest. I have taken it every day since March.
Right now the road is slippery, melting snow splatters under the wheels.
I stop.
I go for a short walk down the river.
I know it’s over.
Half a year after my mother’s death, my dad passes away.
It was a tough year for me.
I watched my parents die slowly. I saw their pain, I saw their bodies suffer. I could not ask them anything anymore. I did not know how. I could not.
After some time the only thing I could do was take pictures.
Only then did I realise they were departing. Until that moment I had either not noticed or had refused to notice that.
These pictures tell a story of our shared silence and lonely suffering.
I cannot get through the chaos.
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