My friend is dying

[Hopalong]

Okay...I'll forgive you Iz.

 

hugggggg
Hops

[teartracks]

Dear ((((((((((((((((((((((((WRITE/ Friend is Dying))))))))))))))))))))))))

Hugs,

tt

[WRITE]

Thanks y'all.

Apparently she regained consciousness for a while today and asked for an old friend who is flying in right now. Hopefully she will get to be conscious again and talk to her.

Re death as a gift, well we fear the unknown and resist change, but I remember once telling an old man that I thought 68 was the ideal age to die. He looker at me for a minute and replied 'see how you feel when you're 67 first!'

I think life is a gift and death is merely when life passes. It's the grieving and suffering which is hard during life.

[WRITE]

heard that she passed into a coma this morning, they are not expecting her to live many hours now.

She's suffering so I think it will be a blessed release.

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
whatever we were to each other
that we still are
call me by my old familiar name
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used
put no difference in your tone
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together
pray smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
without the trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
it is the same as it ever was
there is unbroken continuity
why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
somewhere very near
just around the corner
All is well

Henry Scott Holland
(1847-1918) Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

[dandylife]

Write,

I am so sorry to hear about your friend. That poem is amazing, and it made me cry. Along with the thoughts of you mourning your good friend.

Hugs and love,
Dandylife

[mountainspring]

((((Write, Write's Friend))))

[Stormchild]

((((((((((Write))))))))))


This is not death, this brittle season.
Warmth waits rekindling
Beneath the snow;
Under rimed branches
Sleep green leaves
And each seed holds
A blossomglow.

We do not know our time or reason,
The promises
We are to keep;
This is not death,
this brittle season.
It is but rest
And pause for sleep.

[Hopalong]

Sending a prayer for her that she soars free of pain to freedom

And for you, Write.

She was very lucky to have your friendship...

Hops

[WRITE]

She passed a couple of hours ago.

~W

[CB123]

I'm so sorry, Write.  My thoughts and prayers will be with you this evening as you come to grips with losing her.  Be very gentle with yourself. 

Much love to you, Write,
CB

[Stormchild]

((((((((((Write))))))))))

[WRITE]

Thanks Storm/CB/Ami/Hops

Yes, I did do the British standard and make a big cup of tea and eat shortbread biscuits Ami....

Thanks for the poem Storm; did you write it?
It's beautiful.

I feel exhausted even though I haven't done anything since I got in from work.

[Stormchild]

I did indeed write it... for you, and for your friend.

and coming from you, Write, that is a high compliment indeed, one that I will cherish. I respect your writing tremendously.

Generous even in this pain - thank you, dear ((((((((((Write)))))))))).

It's no wonder you're tired. You've done more than you can begin to quantify, not with muscles, but with your mind, heart, and soul.

[reallyME]

(((WRITE))) Much peace be upon you.

[WRITE]

thanks Laura and Storm.

Today I feel exhausted, drained for some reason.
Emotions are my worst enemy sometimes, this can precipitate quite a bipolar reaction too, though today I feel depressed rather than manic which is unusual.

One thing that always worries me- I don't entirely know what 'normal' reactions are...I wonder am I over-reacting. My son just said 'you're so emotional mum' and clearly they think I should be fine now, it's no one of importance to them!

I feel like I should be glad to be alive and stop moping around yes, but I feel like it today.