There is a poem by Bengali writer Rabindranath Tagore which says
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
That's how I see the end of life and ageing now, and the moving on to the next place, whether we call that memory or heaven or earth or light or whatever people individually believe....we have been taught to fear the pain of it and can easily miss the blessedness of the precious hours.
I think courage is about letting the other go where they will, staying beside them and trusting them with their life.
yes Axa, and she is both being held with love and safety beyond me and lives within you, even though you cry.
If I were there with you I would hold you, and cry with you, and paint pictures of your baby, and let you share mine (((((((((((((((((((((((((( ))))))))))))))))))))))
~W
