|
Author
|
Topic: Poems About My Brother
|
sinderlou
Knowflake Posts: 969
From:
Registered: Jan 2007
|
posted February 11, 2008 08:12 AM
 
thank you everyone. i miss him, but i do not miss his suffering.I know he is not trapped in that body anymore. i just have a hard time knowing how much he wanted to live. He tried every operation, every chemo radiation and experimental drug no matter how painful or whatever the side effect to try to live one more day. He was aware to the end of what was happening to him. i was hoping the cancer would go into his brain and knock him out but it didn't. His body gave out before that could happen. 4 days before his passing he said he saw one of our parents who have died standing in the corner of his room so I believe it was my dad who was right there at the very end and that gives me comfort.IP: Logged |
26taurus
Knowflake Posts: 12808
From: *
Registered: Jun 2004
|
posted February 11, 2008 11:58 AM
 Birth is a beginning
and death a destination
And life is a journey:
From childhood to maturity
and youth to age;
From innocence to awareness
and ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to desecration
and then perhaps to wisdom.
From weakness to strength or
from strength to weakness
and often back again;
From health to sickness
and we pray to health again.
From offense to forgiveness
from loneliness to love
from joy to gratitude
from pain to compassion
from grief to understanding
from fear to faith.
From defeat to defeat to defeat
until looking backwards or ahead
We see that victory lies not
at some high point along the way
but in having made the journey
step by step
a sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning
and death a destination
And life is a journey;
A sacred journey to life everlasting ©Author Unknown
IP: Logged |
sinderlou
Knowflake Posts: 969
From:
Registered: Jan 2007
|
posted February 11, 2008 01:08 PM
Taurus, thank you for that poem. i am putting it in the funeral room for everyone to read tomorrow.IP: Logged |
26taurus
Knowflake Posts: 12808
From: *
Registered: Jun 2004
|
posted February 11, 2008 02:23 PM
 IP: Logged |
MysticMelody
Knowflake Posts: 3149
From:
Registered: Dec 2005
|
posted February 11, 2008 02:46 PM
 IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross
Knowflake Posts: 6288
From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA
Registered: Aug 2004
|
posted February 11, 2008 07:53 PM
That's beautiful, 26T. 
My Aunt read this at my Grammy's funeral:
---------------------------------------------------------
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
-- Mary Frye (1932)
----------------------------------------------------
God Bless, Sinderlou
hsc
IP: Logged |
sinderlou
Knowflake Posts: 969
From:
Registered: Jan 2007
|
posted February 12, 2008 10:26 PM
thank you hsc. i am taking this poem for comfort at the funeral. your words are all so precious to me.IP: Logged |
Lindaland
UBBFriend: Email This Page to Someone! 
