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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.


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July 23, 2008


Thinking of J. and you, Beth.

The rest: unknowable, and, except in poetic speculation, that was never the territory he wanted to travel." Beth

Thank you...accepting the unknowable (without scaring myself to death, or in my case drinking myself to death) was the, for me opened the door to feeling emotionally stable...I wish "acceptance" for's very freeing.

Best to all of you at a difficult transitioning time.

I'll be thinking of the three of you and hoping for the best for you all.


Why ? Because morphine can make some people agitated. I wish you the very best. If the groaning your father in law is making is not about pain, perhaps you should check with the doctor about the wisdom of this course of treatment.

Thinking of you especially now.

It seems that many people die as they have lived, with all the problems that may imply. From sad experience I agree with Cordelia; every drug has a side effect. Sometimes one has to work as hard for a natural death as for a natural birth.
May peace come to you all soon.

"confusion, growing darkness, and the fear he might have been wrong"

That's what I expect for myself at the end. Thanks, as always, for sharing this with us, and as always we're sending you (and him) our thoughts and very best wishes.

My heart and prayers are with you all. Sending virtual hugs as well.

{ Beth }

I wish him a peaceful and safe journey to that other shore, however he might imagine it.

Beth, I've been thinking of you these past weeks and checking in frequently to see you. May his journey be blessed with the sanctity of a well-lived and loving life. Hugs to you,

Oh, oh, oh... it is all such a mystery, isn't it.
I will be thinking of you all.

Dear Beth. I have nothing to say that others haven' already said, save to remember the words of The Prophet
"For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?"

Hi Beth--
I'm quite sure you're in tune with this factor, but just in case--from my many years in hospice work, some of them in the spiritual care arena: might your father in law have unfinished business that he could take care of--people that are in or out of his life that he needs to speak with the few things we end up with: 'I'm sorry, Please forgive me, I forgive you, I love you.'? Sometimes the anxiety of unfinished business can make the passage much harder and the spiritual pain greater.

And sometimes the unfinished business just has to stay that.
Just some thoughts--
Beth Patterson

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