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Post by Catlady2710 on May 20, 2023 17:20:31 GMT -6
She laid her head down heavy with sleep
The day filled with memories to keep
Treasures that were hers now
To keep if age allowed
If only her mind's keep would not seep
Fighting against this forgetfulness
Had now become a daily hindrance
Age is not always kind
It's hard to keep in mind
Treasured memories of tenderness
Sleep this night brought her sweet release
Gone was the aged body she had leased
Her spirit was now free
Death came and paid the fee
Memories forever now in peace
Written November 10, 2011
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Post by goldenmyst on May 20, 2023 18:51:00 GMT -6
This was so incredibly tragic but you wrote it so well. I am left haunted by the fate of the woman whose world you took us into so vividly.
John
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Post by Castle Court Jester on May 21, 2023 0:16:20 GMT -6
This has me reflecting on the last years of my grandmother when she was living with my mother and I both in Kansas City and when we moved to Las Vegas from there. She had dementia. It was sad to watch. Some days she would be okay and then on other days not so much, some were very bad and then, when she was last at the hospital before she died she was incredibly "totally there", could read and write letters which she could never do herself before and then, while in the hospital still she caught pneumonia and that is what got her in the end but it was incredibly sad but also a time of peace too knowing that she was "released" from it all. Our mother was in the same time as our grandmother too. Our mom had pneumonia really badly too coupled with bad copd. They passed at the hospital 5 days apart. Anyway, sorry for going on and on. This just really had me thinking of my grandmother in the last years with her dementia. It is sad as I said but also it is a release for them and peaceful as well. Great writing again my friend.
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Post by Catlady2710 on May 21, 2023 13:23:02 GMT -6
Thank you John and Michael.
Michael, I am so sorry to hear that your grandmother and your mother passed so closely together.
John, this was my grandmother in her last years. Sometimes she knew me and sometimes she didn't. It was only in the last few years. She had lived to 94 and always knew what she was about until the last year or so. We were very close all my life.
I was lucky when it came to my mother though. She lived to be 93 and always had her wits about her.
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Post by Sugarmuser on May 21, 2023 16:03:34 GMT -6
It’s a sad end dressed in a reprieve. I do hope we get that peace. My Aunty is going through this, she was always so insightful and now frustrated. Found out that another Aunty is very frail, with the big C. My hope is that they both go quickly without too much suffering. Saw a photo of a skeleton that remotely looked like my Aunty yesterday, made my heart wish for her end to be sooner rather than later. A write that I genuinely relate to right now. Nicely done Cat
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Post by Catlady2710 on May 22, 2023 11:12:19 GMT -6
Thanks Sugar. Prayers for both your aunties.
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