Member Rara Avis
YOur words recount my last weeks with my husband who died of cancer. The best part of these days was acceptance and a sense of peace, and that seemed the greatest of gifts that was bestowed a family through the rigors of pain and months of denial. My prayers go out to all of your family that you will find such peace and that in the moments in between the suffering, that you may find reason to celebrate a life and a sense of contentment in the beauty of the memories that you all share.
I have fond memories of our last weeks. With the waking in the middle of the night in excruciating pain, came the doses of medication, and afterwards, a ritual of two cups of hot chocolate, and some of the most intimate conversations of our marriage, in which we discussed life and death and all of my husbands accomplishments and success, success being easured in fullfillment. Our beautiful children, the battles we fought together, our victories and our defeats, the moments through the years that we could laugh about. Even in pain, we laughed. Even in turmoil, there was peace. And the greatest victory of all, was the acceptance of death. It took a long time, but it came
I wish you peace
wrapped in a warm embrace