The final good bye is so hard.
Cancer takes the breath of life from a loved one and those left behind are left standing, trying to catch their breath.
A dear friend is standing more than 3 thousand miles away this night, wondering when her tears will stop flowing. She stands on the top of a mountain in Austria, with family and friends around her, trying to find some peace after burying her father. Cancer stole him from her and she hurts so deeply right now.
She took such good care of him as he battled his disease.
She is searching for the same answers so many of us have asked as we have gone through the same ordeal. The answers don’t come…the peace doesn’t come either.
I’ve told her, she must find peace. It’s the only way to understand what has happened and why. Without peace there is no healing.
It’s so hard….
June 10, 2013 @ 5:12 pm
I found out pretty late myelsf. A friend of mine told me about it. I was really shocked. I have grown so much from listening to Zig Ziglar and other great motivational speakers. He will be missed.
June 1, 2013 @ 12:29 pm
BG, I understand the question you ask. I don’t think its answer necessarily depends on one’s religious leanings, though the community one finds in a church can provide a kind of answer. What we do to find peace after experiencing the pain of deep loss – and I take that as meaning the end to the questions we ask ourselves – has no one answer, and certainly no one right answer. Where do we find peace? I think of this wonderful line in the Rumi poem “More Is Required”: “Sit with the essence inside love.”
May 31, 2013 @ 8:54 pm
Where is peace. A therapist I consulted said it was in his belief that life is a continuum. That the person does not die when his or her physical life ends and remains with the living for eternity. For those lacking a firm religious foundation, I ask, where is our peace?