Thank you for this beautiful poem. When my father lay dying of cancer, he said (with a grin, believe it or not): "No one gets out of here alive." He met death sane and clear-headed, with a smile on his face, as if he already saw the wonders ahead. May your father-in-law somehow see where he should go. I have utter faith that he will.
My sincerest apologies for being so late to this piece, Rod. Thinking of your family and the journey to and through loss. Your poem so graciously captures this place between. May our journeys home be with such compassion and care and centered in love. In condolence and peace, with MUCH LOVE, ~Wendy 💜
Well said Rod. Hugs and 🙏 to Kristen and you and family
Thank so much, Teresa.
Thank you for this beautiful poem. When my father lay dying of cancer, he said (with a grin, believe it or not): "No one gets out of here alive." He met death sane and clear-headed, with a smile on his face, as if he already saw the wonders ahead. May your father-in-law somehow see where he should go. I have utter faith that he will.
Thanks, Marianna. I have that same faith.
My sincerest apologies for being so late to this piece, Rod. Thinking of your family and the journey to and through loss. Your poem so graciously captures this place between. May our journeys home be with such compassion and care and centered in love. In condolence and peace, with MUCH LOVE, ~Wendy 💜
Hi Rob, I'm sorry for the late reply and I feel your pain. Take care and praying for you and your family.🙏
Exactly what I've been going through this summer. Cheers, Rod. Heartfelt and pertinent.
This is beautiful and true. You’ve captured the ache of that in-between place, and the quiet strength of remembering with love