A dark dour curtain, sliding smoothly Wraps loosely, but securely, hiding light. The cut off soul insists it live alone, As if penance will erase the blight.
A shattered heart's many pieces lie flung Where the sudden blow caught it unaware. The piecs chatter of their pain and grief. One betrayal becomes multiple fare.
The grief sits wrapped in bitter loneliness Desperate to break through to new happiness. But first comes suffering for suff'ring's own sake; Maudlin is as maudlin does, tears ease stress.
AnonymousOneTimePoster Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > As an exmo atheist I have accepted that I'll never > see the deceasedd ever again.
I think the soul continues, just maybe not in the way the LDS thinks it does. I've spoken to a number of people, including atheists, who report having NDEs. The interest for me is not all the tunnels of light and the visions of Heaven or Hell etc, but the fact that so many of them report leaving the body and seeing what it is around them when they are dying/dead. In some cases the descriptions of events going on around them are remarkably accurate.
I can't really see any evolutionary or even psychological advantage that these out of the body experiences would confer on the dying/dead. I can see how visions of Heaven might perform that role by comforting someone. But I don't know how seeing your dead body below you would comfort anyone, or watching people trying to resuscitate you.
I’ve been a caretaker for my Mom. It’s hard. I wish you the best.
I’ve shared this song with people that come across that have had to deal with Alzheimer’s in their life. It was written, and performed by a very cool, non-religious person.
Saucie was saucy! She was acerbic, honest, funny, loving, generous and kind. She didn’t suffer fools or BS. I’m so glad she left TSCC. I’m so glad she was here.
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Shinehah and Soft Machine, I never met her in person, either, yet she touched my life profoundly.
OP, I am so very sorry for your loss. Thank you for the poem. Thank you for letting us know.
Saucie used to talk me down, and she would lift me up. She’d tell me when I was being gaslit by my family. I can’t really collect my thoughts right now.
I am so very sorry for your loss. I've followed the board on and off since 2012. This news makes me feel so sad. Death comes for us all, but Alzheimers is a miserable thief indeed.
So sad. The few posts I read had either my jaw or me on the floor or both. So sorry for your loss. The poem is as stunning as it is piercing. Funny what a great paint brush pain is.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Goodbye Dear Saucie. My heart is broken. She was one of the only EXMO's from this board that I knew outside the board. She was one of a kind. Rest in Peace.