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Just thinking last night how lucky I am in so many ways. The thought process began as I attended yet another wake of a good acquaintance (friend). These thoughts are in memory of Marcial Palomo, A very good man, Father husband, grandfather, teacher, friend. Safe travels to the next Adventure to another dimension !
What is that happens when one goes to the Doctor for one thing and suddenly is given a diagnosis of 3 months to live. How is it you can be out with your friend, see him, enjoy laughter, a few drinks nothing is different, then after the diagnosis, everything moves fast and no one is the same, particularly the patient.I cannot fathom what happens when you are faced with your own mortality . I only know from a distance what I have witnessed with my won Mom, Dad, and Bother. there is a silence that falls over them as if they are hearing and seeing something we cannot. I think its something that cannot be expressed and so it is one of the great mysteries that I wish I could unravel before it happens to me.
One month, about 30 days going from his regular life to hospice and then a memorial service. We waited in a line a few blocks long and even as we got closer to the family to share our sympathy the line continued to be very long. A great testament to a man who touched so many lives. Yet if you had met him, saw him, you would not pay particular attention to him. He was a quiet man who enjoyed a simple God-given world. His wife, his family, fishing, Grandbabies and long friendships.
I shared, joked that I didn’t even know that many people. all the Picture boards of a full life. Hmm I told my husband our kids would have difficulty when we passed because no one prints or saves pictures anymore. Everything is on the cloud, the iPhone or tablet .
I am not one of those people who tells a surviving spouse or family member “He’s in a better place” in fact I dislike that saying. I remember people saying that when my Mom died, when my Dad died, in fact someone is always saying that bullshit. oops, I can’t help myself. but seriously, what could be better than being here in your own surroundings with your family , on earth. I have religion, I understand we were not born to live forever, but a better place. A different place, I can understand but a better place, I don’t think so.
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