The Poetry Of Death

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Did I mention that Cowgirl works as a tech in a hospice facility? Where people go to die? She has taught me so much about death and acceptance. She is a gift to me in so many ways, but this is one of the kickers. It's why I love her so much.

will you pray tonight for carol ann? she's ready - but she needs a little help (like the rest of us i guess). she has done enough here. she can go home. thanks.

I get these kind of messages about once a week. Mostly when someone is struggling to die. Last month, it was an 18 month old who was hanging on and hanging on and hanging on. She asked us to pray for his parents. That they would be willing to let him go. And shortly thereafter, he passed away.

I don't know where she gets her strength. And I don't know where her faith comes from. She is a rock. And I love her so much. And I love what she does. Mostly because I couldn't do it. She has a gift, that has been realized in her sobriety. And I am proud to call her my friend. So very proud.


Anonymous said...

I have a huge amount of respect for the people who work in hospice. I met some incredible people when Jill was there. Their understanding and compassion - both for the dying and for those of us left behind - is the work of angels. Truly. I don't know how they do it.

Please give your friend a hug from me, will you?


buffalodick said...

Only the right people can do that job.. Sounds like they are lucky to have her.

BrianAlt said...

For a second there I thought you said that you, "like her knickers." You can see where my head is at!

saratogajean said...

Now all *I* can think about is cowgirl knickers.

Dingo said...

People who work in hospice care are truly amazing. I don't know how they deal with the emotional and mental weight of their responsibility to help people die with dignity.

I am also amazed when I hear about people ready to go and who pass with such grace.

Sparkling Red said...

Wow. That's intense. I had my first encounters with death only just this past year, and it's changed me. I heard last night that my father-in-law's cancer is getting worse, and we'll probably be saying goodbye to him soon. Finding the grace in death is a huge, but immensely worthwhile struggle.

G said...

I have been giving some thought about volunteering some of my time for such a cause, but I don't know if I have what it takes. Your friend is very special.