auntblabby wrote:
IOW i feel sad for the living and not the dead.
I mourned the last 5 years of my father's life--confined to home with a weak heart that left him a shadow of his former self.
I mourned the last year of my mother's life--in constant pain from lung cancer and the radiation treatments that destroyed her esophagus.
I mourned the last years of my oldest sister's life as schizophrenia robbed her of her mind before she killed herself.
For all of them, death was a mercy.
I
did mourn the passing of my youngest sister, murdered at the age of 28. I still mourn for her two boys robbed of their mother.
Quote:
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
- Marcus Aurelius
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No man is free who is not master of himself.~Epictetus