I once had a much different view of this, until I realized that I must face it. I visit friends in nursing homes, hear them beg, “get me out of here”, and have no power to do so. I know what they want, it is the dignity they are no longer allowed. I know, ahead of time, that I do not want to be trapped that way. I still function, to some degree. I can get out a few times a week, can still handle the basic life functions, reasonably well, but they get harder with each day.
I don’t dwell on dying, but some of the ways to do it sound better than others.
Don’t anyone panic, LOL, the seasons are changing, and the Red Shouldered Hawks will soon be hunting the hay fields, and I need a few more memories and pictures. I’ll be around for a while. Next year? I don’t have a clue. Don’t say what you will do, or not do, until you get there.
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My prayers are with you!
Bless you, my FRiend. I hope you store up a lifetime of memories in the time you have left.
You never do really know how you will react in any given situation. As many FReepers know, I lost my 14 year old son not quite a year ago. If someone had asked me, prior to Derrick's death, how I would react, I'd have said, "Find me a padded room and a straight-jacket."
Well, I have found strength I never knew I had. Angels have walked by my side. Sure, I'd prefer to have my kid and the belief in myself as a weak person back in a second! But I didn't get a choice and I guess I have to take whatever "good" I can get.
I wish you strength, as much as you need, to do whatever you need to do.
“the Red Shouldered Hawks will soon be hunting the hay fields”
I think you just wrote your tagline; such a powerful, certain, image-laden phrase.