Almost four years ago I wrote about my mother's stroke on this blog: My Mother Will Never Dance Again...
Mother had at least three more strokes since then, each one of them could have - should have - released her from the prison of her body, but they didn't. Her mind was still intact, but she could not speak or care for herself in any way. This condition was unbelievably cruel to such an active and energetic person. Finally, I think she realized that the body just was not going to let her go so easily and she took matters into her own hands, so to say.
I don't think I have ever witnessed such a mighty battle; she was determined to go, but her body kept living; she mastered it, finally. Last night she danced again, in the stars.
No Funeral Gloom, my dears, when I am gone...
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
Yours still, you mine.
Remember all the best of our past moments and forget the rest,
And so to where I wait come gently on. ~ Ellen Terry
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
Yours still, you mine.
Remember all the best of our past moments and forget the rest,
And so to where I wait come gently on. ~ Ellen Terry
Alice Meadows Knight
28 September 1921 - 22 May 2010
I Love You.
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Gibran wrote "On Death":
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time reap;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
Ecclesiastes III 1-4 KJV, modified.
In a similar situation here with my father it seems. It has brought me an understanding of that phrase of the C's when they called that island/land a '5th Density waiting room'.
Rest in peace, Alice. I'll be thinking of you when I look at the stars.
"I don't think I have ever witnessed such a mighty battle." My heart is with you Laura. May her peace and strength be yours.
Sad for your big heart Laura - my heart hurts for you... love and hugs xo
Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them. -Chief Seattle (The original speech)
Stay strong Laura.
Johnno
May her spirit dance in the light of the release from the pain that this life may have given her, may that dance be an honest pure and an evolutionary one.
My condolences to you Laura and your family.
I am whole heartedly with you when leaving your mom.
Friendship
Graziella
May your dear mom rest in peace. Since I read Amazing Grace years ago - and I'll always say it is the best book I've ever read (and I'm not a poor reader, rather the contrary), I couldn't hold anything near to an indifferent view. May my best regards be with you.
My heart is with you Laura.
On my language (ex-Yugoslawia) we would say: «My compassion to you, Laura»
I have not been able to think of anything I might say that would help you feel any better so have not commented until now. The truth is that I feel very sad for you and your whole family! I don't know if that helps any, but it is how I feel.
Wow... powerful.
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