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Grace my Soul

I have come to you my friends to speak, to wonder and to grace the soul.   I speak of those we’ve known   who have lived among us, and have passed.   Lately, I find this subject compelling.  As we continue to go through the life,  the daily chores, struggles and of course many more happy moments (than we are ever aware)   keep us on track and  make up the sum of the whole.      At the moment that life bows to death, we are all connected.   Certainly these connections come and go freely in our lives and they never compare to other events that take place such as birth, weddings, illness or divorce.  Those events also bring on a shared emotion, but nothing can truly tap our depth and connective tissue as humans like death.   We all are vulnerable to this one.  The old saying of “Death and Taxes” can be spoken in   any language.   It is mostly a subject that people do not like to discuss.   Although I find that it has gotten easier to address the concept of our mortality.   In fact, a few weeks ago the subject was the topic of a dinner conversation.  There was a lighthearted discussion on a  preference of  this matter for those attending .  I like the “decide for yourself before you go” idea.  I have seen this one work nicely because only you know what your life meant.  So why not be there in spirit.  This brings to life the interactive part of not only what you meant to the people that loved you, but also, what you loved about your life.   Then there are the different thoughts on the hereafter and there are a few.  We as humans are so fortunate to be able to choose differently what we want to believe.  And the fact that we have over time come up with so many concepts for belief is a wonder to me.  Of course, you cannot expect everyone to agree with “to each his own”.     Whatever  as a choice does not cover the subject  because life  is too important,  and  it sets the tone for the lack of value.   Some will say that the “Angels of Heaven” arrive to carry you away, if you are so lucky.  Others believe that life goes on without you and that is that.  Then, we have the come back again in a new life, same spirit just continuing to journey.  We’ll, no sense in venturing as we get the drift.    The adventure of the body has always got some press.   King Tut and his ilk were comfortable in clean sheets and they had their own rooms unlike the most that go into the earth.   Cremation is becoming more popular however, it dates back further in time as an option than I realized.  For some, it is not acceptable!   Once we are past, it is hard to know, isn’t it?   Grace my soul with peace, and also, to all those who know from whence I speak.

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Mother’s Day

It has been a while since I posted.     My life has been busy as is most lives these days.   My Mom called to say she was sick and throwing up and we thought it was the flu. Turns out she was about to have another big heart attack.  She had a blockage on both sides of the heart as well as the valve and aorta are calcified.   This all can be summed up as she could go through replacements  of these parts of the heart but the risk of a stroke is very high because the calcification would most likely break off and go through the bloodstream.   They were able to go to one side and open up the blockage with a stint  which is common these days.   Now she is in a rehabilitation center where she will attempt to get stronger.   Bone on bone knees,  and weak from surgery as well as  a post hemoglobin has her unable to walk around and get the circulation needed to help the heart function correctly.   That said,  she still has most of what she needs to think and feel.  She is interacting with nurses and staff and loves to get to know them.  She can relay their life as if it were her own with this is Mary who comes from West Va. who has a son and he is a doctor and her daughter has six children.  She can even tell you their names.   While other people at this stage of life linger  without memory of their own life , my Mom seems to hold it together mentally as her body fails.   Doesn’t seem fair either way, and most of all we do not get a choice.   But this much I do know.   Whatever relationship you have with a person who is at this point in their life it becomes their world to have you there.  So I will go to New Jersey and take her some lunch and listen to the stories she has collected during her stay at the hospital and now the rehab center.   I am glad that she knows who I am and that I can go to see her.