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September 17, 2008
A Life and Death Day.
Today I took an annual leave day from work to do two things, at 11am this morning I attended the funeral of the son of my friend, how this brave woman is coping is beyond me, today she buried her eldest son knowing that, probably within the next year, she will have to face the same pain again as her other son has also been told that there is nothing else that can be done for the inherited form of cancer that runs in their family, yet she manages to go on, because when we have nothing left the human spirit to survive all, kicks in and takes over.
I sat with her yesterday, she doesn't think she is brave, she is just surviving one day at a time and dealing with what it brings in the best way she can, she told me of an incident that had happened when a neighbour had asked how her son was doing and she had turned around and simply said "he's dead", then her husband had taken her to the side and told her that what she had said was too shocking for people to hear and told her she needed to say that he's passed away.
She then turned to me and said " but he is dead" as i took her hands and agreed that he was dead the whole strangeness of how we each find a way of coping with death when it touches our lives crossed my mind.
We know one day we will die, we know one day people we care for will die, yet we run from it until it catches up with us, then and only then do most of us face it because basically we have no choice.
Is there another way? I don't know.
After the funeral I went up to the hospital to bring home my daughter and my beautiful new grandaughter who entered this world yesterday at 2.22 pm.
Life and Death, All is One.
Posted by Shelliz at September 17, 2008 06:19 PM