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March 21, 2008


I'm sure it's difficult for you to see him struggle this way. Isn't it a wonder that he was completely in control when the doctor arrived? I would like to know what exactly is going on inside his mind, sleeping and waking. He fascinates me and although I know it's impossible, I would have liked to have known him.

the oddest moment of envy washed over me, his seeing that vast forest — and his path through it — so clearly.

here with you, allowing unsatisfactory definitions of "here" and "with."

Oh my. "That's funny, because I think of you as a human being." Such a richness of inner life revealed by that.

(I think of you as a human being, too, but I know it's just a sideline :->)

Beth, this is so completely involving and moving. I feel I am there with you and it reminds me of my own parents' last days. My father was also seeing things and having long conversations in Russian with invisible people. My mother also was saying she wanted to 'go home'. At one point she was struggling to get out of bed and said "Je dois prendre ma place" and the intense way she was looking at something made me feel that whatever she saw was real. There is so much we don't know.

Best of blogday wishes for you and long may you continue to write so movingly.

We had a close call here this week, my father in law passed out and we had the ambulance here. We were here, they live next door to us, and all worked out but it is a taste of things to come.
My in laws are from the north of Sweden and Finland and I wonder if that home will call to them as the time gets near. It is powerful stuff.

You describe a vivid picture for me. I see my father in your words. It's hard to read a paragraph that depicts his last months so clearly and simply, knowing the facts are actually about someone else.
I envy your self-confidence and insight to know what to do for your father-in-law. I'd have been standing on the sidelines, wringing my hands, and wishing it would all go away. I had had no previous experience with anyone in the latest stages of live before my own parents were there. Now, reading your words, I think I could have done a better job for them.

Thanks very much for this, for sharing this amazing man and this experience with us. Best wishes to all of you.

Blogging at its best. The "going home" part made me cry. Somehow, I don't think Damascus is anything like what he remembers.

Happy Blogiversary!

Oh my, Beth. I hope this blog continues to give you an outlet in difficult times. It does sound like the old Chinese curse of living in interesting times. But happy blogiversary!

Your photo reminded me of a tarot card (not much into tarot, but I did spend some time trying to learn about it at one time). Anyway, I couldn't member which card, but I just googled the 10 of Swords card and it reads: "It symbolizes old age and the wisdom we have gained through living." At least in the first site I looked at. Maybe that fits.

Well I think this is beautiful, Beth. Given that we all have to die, how blessed to make that journey with such loving, caring, understanding and humourous companions - “Your hearing seems to be making a miraculous recovery!” - genius. And how blessed to make that journey with such a man. Sending you, all three of you, such love.

hugs to you all. And happy blogday.

Congratulations and thank you so much for five fine years of blogging! And for this very beautiful heart searing series about being there for your father-in-law on what seems to be his last journey - he is blessed to have you and his son there!

Beth, this is so moving to read and so difficult to read. He is finding his way home, at last, on the road to Damascus. I envy his journey, though I do not want to hasten mine. The love you show for this dear man is the essence of the human experience on earth. I pray that your father in law finds the path across the beautiful field and through the forest with ease and joy. May you all be blessed as you ready him and yourselves for his journey.

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