My mother died on Sunday 24th August after an illness of some months, and I have not posted for a while. I love this poem, from Rabindranath Tagore:
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over
the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in
silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
A week ago my father became ill and had to be rushed to hospital. He needs his gallbladder removed, and it was also discovered that he has an aortic aneurysm. I suppose the gallbladder problem could be seen as a bit of good luck, as without it we would likely not have found out about the aneurysm.
I too am struggling with my own health problems, being told the day before my mum’s funeral that I had a bulky womb, and it could be fibroids or it could be a ‘mass’. My mum had uterine cancer some years ago, so this was a worry I could have done without right then with the funeral to get through. I had an ultrasound last Monday and the sonographer told me she could see only fibroids. Tomorrow I will go to the hospital to get the result of the biopsy taken a few weeks ago, and to see how the consultant feels is the best way to proceed.
There has certainly been much opportunity for contemplating life, aging and death these last few months… Hopefully I will now be able to post more regularly…
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