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Below is a lovely prayer that a friend sent. Writing about August 9 and 10th, 2008 (She died on August 11th, at 12.59 a.m.) At 85, our mother is dying very gracefully. She used to read the chapter in my book on Feminine Grace over and over because she wanted to be softer. It worked beautifully because no one could have died more gracefully. These two days have been an amazing experience of love and acceptance. What a time we all will treassure for the rest of your lives.
Going through this experience has completely opened my heart and being with my mother has completely transformed every ounce of my experience of who she is.
Now, in her last days, she is very sweet and, for the first time in fifty years, in love. My brother and I noticed she perked up with the attention from the men at the rehab center after she broke her hip several weeks ago. So we asked her caregiver to have a man as part of the mix. Jesus is with her 15 hours a day, 5 days a week. She is completely in love. He sings to her, massages her, babies her... today, when I walked into her room, he was kissing her hand. I am so grateful for this man who speaks very little English... and my mother doesn't speak a word of Spanish. He is truly an angel. May we all move on to the next adventure with the same ease as she is.
A Special Prayer from a Facebook friend, commenting on a post I sent out to my Heart Connections Group about Mom's passing: Dear Kara Thank you for sharing your life with us. What a beautiful experience we can all learn from and model. Below is a writing I received many years ago and included in my talk when my Dad graduated. I have shared this others and hope you like it as well. Lots of love, SPECIAL PRAYER ‘Death is nothing at all … I have only slipped away into the next room …I am I and you are you … whatever we were to each other that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner ….All is well.’ Henry Scott-Holland, Canon of St. Paul’s, 1847-1918 page two: The Dash |
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