(May 11, 2018 at 3:52 pm)AtlasS33 Wrote: They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.
Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.
I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.
Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.
That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe for myself not to become sad.
With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.
I'm truly sorry for your (impending?) loss. Given the suffering and loss of dignity that often follows a stroke, how do you feel about assisted suicide?
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
