A relative of mine is dying. My Uncle Bob, is who I thought of, when I reflected on this Daily Question. Not 'what' but 'who' is ending their life now. My Uncle, who is only 60 years old, has cancer and although I don't know the details, my sister told me it is terminal. I hold my uncle up with love and compassion, along with his wife, my Aunt Jen, and their two grown daughters. My uncle does not believe in God nor prayer, so I light a candle, here at Gratefulness, for him. A candle of light in ...
A relative of mine is dying. My Uncle Bob, is who I thought of, when I reflected on this Daily Question. Not ‘what’ but ‘who’ is ending their life now. My Uncle, who is only 60 years old, has cancer and although I don’t know the details, my sister told me it is terminal. I hold my uncle up with love and compassion, along with his wife, my Aunt Jen, and their two grown daughters. My uncle does not believe in God nor prayer, so I light a candle, here at Gratefulness, for him. A candle of light in hopes that he will not be in pain but that he will find comfort, as our family holds him up and supports him with compassion and love.
My days are ending and my summer is ending. Age is always approaching and there is an eventual end health. Holding age with love and compassion means I accept that every day I get older and I can’t change that.
I am definitely in my autumn years. In my post, I shared about my uncle, who is dying of cancer. He is 60 years old, the same age that I am. And all I can do is light a candle for him. And to treasure each day, even as I get older. Old age is something to be grateful for, especially as it is a time for reflection and to gain wisdom.
This question feels very raw to answer. We are in the midst of some large changes as well as smaller ones, and it is challenging. Some things have ended, and we are glad to see them go. Others are ending, moving us into a different life than we have led, and I am struggling some with the losses.
Yet in every loss there is gain, with every gain there is loss, and with every ending we have the chance to move into a new beginning.
That’s a good question. Actually, I woukd like some things to end (better said to change to the better), but it seems they inly can change when I am away from family. Within the family, the same hurtful things than before occur, and it’s breaking my heart!
Thinking of you during these struggles, Ursula. What is it about family, anyway and everywhere, when words seem never enough, and too many, all at the same time?
At this absolute moment in my life I am not sensing that anything specific is ending. But all this could change by the time breakfast rolls around. For now, I am content not to beat the bushes looking for losses and endings.
But if someone asked me, “Where are the transitions in your life right now, Kevin,” the list would be long and running. And woven somewhere within that fabric of life the threads of endings and also beginnings reside.
– Kevin
A relative of mine is dying. My Uncle Bob, is who I thought of, when I reflected on this Daily Question. Not 'what' but 'who' is ending their life now. My Uncle, who is only 60 years old, has cancer and although I don't know the details, my sister told me it is terminal. I hold my uncle up with love and compassion, along with his wife, my Aunt Jen, and their two grown daughters. My uncle does not believe in God nor prayer, so I light a candle, here at Gratefulness, for him. A candle of light in ...
A relative of mine is dying. My Uncle Bob, is who I thought of, when I reflected on this Daily Question. Not ‘what’ but ‘who’ is ending their life now. My Uncle, who is only 60 years old, has cancer and although I don’t know the details, my sister told me it is terminal. I hold my uncle up with love and compassion, along with his wife, my Aunt Jen, and their two grown daughters. My uncle does not believe in God nor prayer, so I light a candle, here at Gratefulness, for him. A candle of light in hopes that he will not be in pain but that he will find comfort, as our family holds him up and supports him with compassion and love.
My days are ending and my summer is ending. Age is always approaching and there is an eventual end health. Holding age with love and compassion means I accept that every day I get older and I can’t change that.
I am definitely in my autumn years. In my post, I shared about my uncle, who is dying of cancer. He is 60 years old, the same age that I am. And all I can do is light a candle for him. And to treasure each day, even as I get older. Old age is something to be grateful for, especially as it is a time for reflection and to gain wisdom.
This question feels very raw to answer. We are in the midst of some large changes as well as smaller ones, and it is challenging. Some things have ended, and we are glad to see them go. Others are ending, moving us into a different life than we have led, and I am struggling some with the losses.
Yet in every loss there is gain, with every gain there is loss, and with every ending we have the chance to move into a new beginning.
I hope through living it, the fear of losing my job and economic insecurity is ending, or at least transmogrifying. I am glad to see it go!.
That’s a good question. Actually, I woukd like some things to end (better said to change to the better), but it seems they inly can change when I am away from family. Within the family, the same hurtful things than before occur, and it’s breaking my heart!
Thinking of you during these struggles, Ursula. What is it about family, anyway and everywhere, when words seem never enough, and too many, all at the same time?
My heart hurts along with yours, Ursula.
Me too Ursula, don’ t feel alone.
I don’t know if it helps, but this is a pain that is common to so many of us. You are not alone. HUGS
Me too, dear Ursula. I have walked a similar path, many years ago.
Me too
Me, too.
Dear Ursula, just sending a hug.
At this absolute moment in my life I am not sensing that anything specific is ending. But all this could change by the time breakfast rolls around. For now, I am content not to beat the bushes looking for losses and endings.
But if someone asked me, “Where are the transitions in your life right now, Kevin,” the list would be long and running. And woven somewhere within that fabric of life the threads of endings and also beginnings reside.
– Kevin
Well said Kevin! Have a nice Sunday with you family and your community!
Thanks very much, Anna. My very best to you also in what is now a new day too!
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