teawoman
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Our sister in law passed on yesterday. I am so angry. Angry at the ALS. Angry at her suffering. Angry that it was only a year ago she was healthy. Angry....angry...angry....
Angry that even AIDS seems to be treatable these days & many cancers. But this THING, this BEAST .... it is EVIL & I can only pray, but I am sad. She has 3 children, all under age of 12....
So I pass it on, with this poem:
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
~John Donne
I know that her body is not hurting her anymore & her spirit is free, no more pain no more fear of death bc she now knows & it is we, left behind, who still have fear, but I want to stop being angry bc I know she would want that...
Anger cannot be where love has been, so I am feeling better now....
I hope a cure is found soon for everyone here.....and yes, that death shalt die!
Teawoman...
Angry that even AIDS seems to be treatable these days & many cancers. But this THING, this BEAST .... it is EVIL & I can only pray, but I am sad. She has 3 children, all under age of 12....
So I pass it on, with this poem:
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
~John Donne
I know that her body is not hurting her anymore & her spirit is free, no more pain no more fear of death bc she now knows & it is we, left behind, who still have fear, but I want to stop being angry bc I know she would want that...
Anger cannot be where love has been, so I am feeling better now....
I hope a cure is found soon for everyone here.....and yes, that death shalt die!
Teawoman...
