The older we get, the more we get used to death walking right beside us. Perhaps it was always like that, we just didn’t dare to acknowledge it. When we are young, we demand the right to live our lives -and nothing is wrong with that and so for many years, the thought of dying is a disturbance.
These days I feel more helpless than ever before. Maybe it’s something that comes with aging. I haven’t felt that way when I was younger. I feel like I am forced to stand on the sidelines and there is nothing I can do to change the game. I try and I try, but it seems that my ideas and my ideals are pushed further and further away. Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in anymore.
It is Frisbee Wednesday at Serendipity’s blog and Marilyn’s post today made me think about our dogs as well, about how much they mean in our lives. We have two older dogs, both with white muzzles and our new puppy, that wasn’t planned, is running through my workshop, in search of something she can use as a toy – ignoring the ones on her bed.
“The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power, to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is…
Today in the morning I read the story about a courageous young woman, her name is Brittany Maynard; she is 29 years old and has a very aggressive form of brain cancer. Please, read her story >>>here<<< and join the movement “death-with-dignity”, so that we all one day will have this option if needed.
My Sister-in-law has stage IV lung cancer and right about the time when I celebrated my 5th month of my smoke-free life, she heard her final diagnoses. They gave her only around 5 more month to live. She is just a little bit older and it floored me and everybody else in our family.