The Human Spirit
The human spirit is an unquantifiable force.
For days we have been trying to assure Mrs D that she will be fine and will get home soon, despite knowing that the contrarey is the case.
Today we have been told that she is so far gone that she through her soul/spirit is aware that the end is near and that encouraging her otherwise will only force her to fight against the inevitable thus prolonging her pain.
As a husband I am now being encouraged to talk about the people she has loved who have passed before and to let her know that I am now giving her up and she can go and be with them again, this being the medical advice.
I can assure you this is a predicament I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
I am no big believer in organized religion but have some deep rooted belief that there must be something beyond life as we know it
All feelings and beliefs are being tested during these trying times and much soul searching lies ahead.
Be lucky and be sure.
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This poem by Mary Frye is an oft quoted one. It expresses a pantheist sentiment and I think it is quite beautiful. I hope it can bring some comfort.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am the morning hush
I am the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the star shine of the night
I am the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there-I did not die
I do not know what to say Gilbert except our thoughts are with you at this sad time
Campbell and Jane
Please accept my sincere condolences and good wishes.
You can shed tears that she is gone,
Or you can smile that she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she’s gone,
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
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