It was long and hard for him. When he went in, he thought it would be a day or two, tops. It was what the doctor said, and then it dragged on and on, and he started thinking maybe he wasn't really sick. That made it so hard for him.
It reminds me of the poet Robert Herrick who wrote quite a number of poems on the occasion of his own demise. He obviously thought he was dying long before he actually did. We're more durable than we think.
I'm sorry for the loss of your uncle. Even when the passing is difficult, it reminds us of the splendor of living, even as we reach back for it. And even those with very little life left offer us something splendid.
God bless him. I wish it had been easier.
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ReplyDeleteIt was long and hard for him. When he went in, he thought it would be a day or two, tops. It was what the doctor said, and then it dragged on and on, and he started thinking maybe he wasn't really sick. That made it so hard for him.
It reminds me of the poet Robert Herrick who wrote quite a number of poems on the occasion of his own demise. He obviously thought he was dying long before he actually did. We're more durable than we think.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for the loss of your uncle. Even when the passing is difficult, it reminds us of the splendor of living, even as we reach back for it. And even those with very little life left offer us something splendid.
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