Fading
2009 November 24
“Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.” — William Penn
All the hope for Gina from yesterday has evaporated. Just like that. In an instant all hope is lost. Again.
She’s out of it. The infections in her blood are not responding to the antibiotics. Her platelets are dangerously low. The focus now is to keep her alive past Thanksgiving so that her daughters won’t have to mourn the anniversary of her death on that holiday for the rest of their lives.
Thank you to everyone who has contacted me with kind words and well wishes. Former co-workers of ours, strangers, bloggers, friends, family…..thank you so much. I feel like the voice of doom, especially during this holiday season. But I just can’t not write about her.
I really don’t know what else to say.
Thanks for stopping by.
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Cyndi:
With all respect I share this excerpt from “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran:
“We would ask now of Death.” And he said: You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Maybe Courage and Love surround you.
Boris
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Boris…thank you. I had to read it several times, the first few through tears. But it is unbelievably beautiful. Thank you so much.
OMG!!!!!! I haven’t been online lately….I had NO IDEA!!! Why didn’t you call me so I could talk with you!!! I have been sobbing for the past half hour reading all of this!!! OMG!!! OMG!!! My heart is broken for you…and for Gina…and her family….her kids….her husband. I guess I just put it out of my mind that it could get this bad this fast. Please call me if you need to talk. I don’t know what to say, but I will be there to sob with you. You have been – scratch that – YOU ARE an AMAZING friend to Gina! I know it makes absolutely NO sense as to why this happens, but dig deep and be strong, she would expect nothing less!!! Love ya!!
I’m so sorry. I’ve been scattered. I know I did try to call recently (possibly even today?) but didn’t get the machine and forgot to call back. Thank you so much Lis! I’ll try you tomorrow. Love you too.
again no words, just prayers, just thoughts, just hugs sent from here.
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to be honest, i had an inkling this was going to happen when you wrote what you did yesterday. in my years fundraising for kids with cancer, right before they die, they have 1 really good day where they eat, play, talk – it’s like their final rally.
sending you hugs and love and prayers.
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To be honest, me too. I saw the same thing with my father.
thinking of you on thanksgiving.
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I just want to say that Thanksgiving time is a beautiful time for a birth or a death. I have a sad. I’m going to listen to some Kathleen Battle and think about how the ocean seems to touch the sky.
I’m glad you write about all things that touch your heart. As you said to me once, “That’s what friends are for.”
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Thanks Dawn.