Letting Go

As I write, a friend is dying of the dreaded "C", when I visit him, he will raise his eyebrow, twitch or do some other actions to acknowledge my presence..... he can no longer speak and drift in and out, it is depressing, but , I take pride that he is a fighter, having been fighting for 2 years....

He has 2 kids, same age as mine.  The wife is a super woman and she is keeping everybody intact although she know the end could be near. She cries but she know she needs to be strong for the kids, and make them understand that daddy would not be there when they grow up.  I know she is refusing to accept defeat and is praying for a miracle.

When I see his father, filled with grief, stroke my friend's legs, it brings tears to my eyes.

Nobody will ever be able to feel the grief of a father sending his son off before him, a saying in Chinese, " A white-haired person sending off a black-haired person."

Throughout all these, I see the human character shinnning through, the resolve, and the willingness to do whatever it takes.

I know when it is time to part and let go, tears will fall, as the feeling of losing somebody is indescribable pain regardless how well prepared you are, perhaps, the only comforting thought is that, he will no longer be in pain.

We can only support those that are carrying on the journey and pray that the fallen, is in a place that is pain-free and happy..........till we meet.

Life is tough, we have no choice but to be tougher than life......

I leave you with this,

"Death is perhaps mother nature's way of telling us to be kind to ourself, don't beat up ourself and at the same time, appreciate what we have and people around us...."

Jerry