I am taking five minutes off - I have been sitting next to my darling husband all day as he fights. He will not go gentle into that goodnight - Dylan Thomas.
I can do nothing now except hold him and love him and wait until he finds the peace that he deserves.
He is so afraid - and I want to help him get past that fear. It is all so cruel.
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I wish I were there to help you, but I know you want to be alone with John ... my love to you both.
xoxoxo S
Oh dear dear Indi
I'm choking up and at a loss for words, but I want you to know you're both in my thoughts tonight and always!
This poem was written by a local woman, Joy Veaudry here in Rhode Island. Copywright 2007
My husband bought her book after losing his big brother and best friend to a very rare type of cancer, which took Alvin's life 6 weeks after first being diagonised.
A Clear Path Home
At the heart of it
I would give you
the threads of all that made this cloth-
the blaze of the sugar maples in late afternoon.
fallen leaves, paling, turning brown.
crackling around our ankles as we scuffed along.
The smell of fires in the Saturday dusk.
Our fathers in plaid woolen shirts
lean on their rakes-
contemplating their kingdoms with satisfied eyes.
Behind steamy kitchen windows
our mothers benevolent in homemade shirtwaists and aprons
stand watch.
Come home when the lamps come on.
We learned to watch for the softening of the day.
the easing into dark.
Just at the hour when edges fade.
the streetlamps would send us home.
So many memories
each a thread
Woven.
we become.
At the heart of it
I would give you
this whole cloth
woven of life and of dreams,
holding, even now, that warm autumn sun
and a clear path home.
My thoughts are with ...
Remember Indi - that your John can hear you - even up till the very end, even though he can't respond by speaking.
Your loving presence next to the bed is a great expression of your love for him and will help him to feel calmer and more at peace
Bless you both !
Words are not enough...my thoughts and love are with you both.
Angela L. xx
Dear Indi I know how you must feel.
My sister and I sat with our father as Mum slowly slipped away from us.
Cyber hugs.
Nanny Jan
Kahil Gibran wrote something like:-
"When you drink from the river of silence, shall you indeed sing.
And when you reach the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."
John is preparing to dance,to climb, to sing .... and he needs to be free from his body to be able to do that ...
Stay strong, Pam, and your loving presence will help him to be free ... there is nothing to fear in death ...
(... but please take care of yourself ... eat, rest, and try to get a few moments each day to yourself, outdoors, for some fresh air and to relax ... hard, but necessary for your well-being)
Much love ... and I'm so glad Anjo is coming to you ...
XX
Granny
Love to you always, see you soon, be strong like I know you are. Anjo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Indie
you and John are in my thoughts and I am sending cyber hugs to you as I am sure you are in need of them
Irene
I think your comment that John is holding the flower for you says everything, now you are holding the flower for him and he is part of the flower.
Stay strong - easy to say - but hard to do, he needs you to hold tight as the petals are falling.
My thoughts as always are with you Indi, and tears are falling for you both.
E haere rā John, I wish you both peace, and rejoice in your love for each other.
Yor xxxx
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