Wednesday, October 31, 2007
October 31 Responses
Hoping this brings some comfort... Blessings and healing thoughts to you and your dad.
Poem: "65" by William Shakespeare. (Public domain.)
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O! none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
From HSJ, CT
From HSJ, CT
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So sorry, Mark, about your Dad. When our family went through those difficult times, a nurse friend told me the last thing to go is hearing, so, if it comes to that part of the journey, heed the words, and keep talking with him about all the wonderful things, the positive things, knowing he WILL hear you. None of us are ever prepared for the eventuality ... no matter how hard we try; however, it IS a part of the journey of living and your memories will keep you strong, B?, Calgary
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Hi Mark, Thank you for your musing today. I continue to enjoy very much your insights into daily life. Like so many of your readers, I too am thinking of you and your Dad. From the Wet Coast.... Regards, BM, Victoria, BC
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I’m sorry I haven’t written before now. Please know that my thoughts are with you and I hope your Dad recovers. It’s a slow process but I don’t think it’s his time yet. The body is tough if the spirit is there and it sounds like your Dad has that in spades. Like father, like son. Take care, SB, Calgary
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