“And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that good night
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And of all the gifts my father gave me, the final one was to let me be there to hold his hand. And he waited for a moment when I held no rage. Only love. Thanks Dad.
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PS You can listen to Dylan Thomas (I’m pretty sure it’s him) read the poem here. It’s gorgeous.
Beautifully written.
Oh. Please accept my sympathy.
Mine too. xx
Holding you in my heart.
I’m sorry.
Very sad, TC. Take care.
Thankful to have that last moment of beauty. I’m sorry.
Be good to yourself. Much sympathy.
A blessing to be there . . . a difficult time.
i’m so sorry, thirdcat.
A blessing.
I’m so very sorry. Take care.
I’m so sorry.
Rest
The memories and love I leave behind
Are yours to keep
I have found my rest; I have turned my face
to the sun, and now I sleep.
– Alan Curtis
I’m sorry too. xx
big hugs
xxx
Oh, that’s not fair.
I’m so sorry. Look after yourself, and I’m sure your boys will look after you too. xx
Oh, that’s not fair.
I’m so sorry. Look after yourself, and I’m sure your boys will look after you too. xx
Please accept my sympathies.
Very sorry, ThirdCat.
Only a couple of hours ago I was talking with someone who had a transplant this year about death and about my own father’s rage as he approached his … but he managed to get past that. I’m glad you were able to be there.
I’m so sorry too.
So sorry. Take care.
A hug to you, 3C.
xx
Sorry to hear this 3C – thinking of you. your last post makes sense now.i hope it’s true for you.
Me too.
I’m sorry tc, and thinking of you.
Sorry to hear this TC.
(((Hugs)))
Peace. You were indeed lucky to have that chance, to hold his hand. I know.
Oh I’m sorry to hear/read this, ThirdCat. My thoughts are with you and i hope he had a good innings.