Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
- Khalil Gibran
- Khalil Gibran
It’s quite difficult to find the words to tell someone you love goodbye. Facing the death of a loved one is a daunting process. So little time and so many things to say and do makes the time you have left complicated and challenging. Your mind goes stiff with worry and resolve as to how to handle the coming days.
At this point in your life, time is not your friend. It seems cruel that the moments you had planned are now cut short. It’s distressing to watch the ticking of the clock and seeing the “what could have been” passing you by, tangled in a thorny mix of events. A complex relationship develops as you spend herculean effort to keep the merciless results at bay.
At times it’s arduous to carry the weight of both your sorrow and theirs. The effort is exhausting, both physically and mentally. The commitment to medical appointments is demanding, both of your time and theirs. Surely, this time could be better spent, but abstruse treatments, providing that slim ray of hope, make the time burdensome and Sisyphean. How much Augean abuse can one body take to live just a little longer?
At times, the challenge is formidable. Side effects are cruel in their theft of quality time, bruising the ego and creating a convoluted string of hope and despair as time grows shorter. The elusive cure is nonexistent. Only the hope of maybe surviving this uphill battle keeps you going. You must stay mentally tough to make it through the days and weeks of grueling treatments. It is frustrating to know that no matter how inhuman it seems, bringing the body close to death is their way of testing you for more taxing times to come.
The knowledge that you are going to die, regardless of what you do and how hard you try, is brutal. It is intimidating, stealing the hope of beating the odds and making the decision to let go a little easier in the end. Just surviving the grueling treatment one day at a time becomes an intricate dance between life and death. The effort is backbreaking, challenging everything you know about yourself and others. The overwhelming sense of failure hangs over your head. All your thoughts are involved with the argument that it’s worth it, no matter how strenuous the effort, to get one more day, one more moment out of life.
You can be stubborn and stand tall, but the effort is taxing. It is wearing you down to the point that no matter how rigid your resolve is to live, dying seems like it may be a more ticklish decision. The decision is trying, testing your stringent guidelines to live one more day. There is still so much to do. You walk a tricky path, striving to please everyone.
This is where your exacting nature can come into play. Make the labored decisions to not be opaque. Don’t be problematic in expressing your desires for the stressful days to come. Set strict guidelines on your wishes, requiring no room for recondite interpretation. The grueling days ahead will weigh heavy on you and those surrounding you, but harsh times can be avoided by setting a clear direction and having a plan. Times will be hairy, but you’ll make it through. You have friends here to guide you and be with you every step of the way.
It may seem grim, but these times can be some of the best of your life, allowing you the opportunity to be who you really are, free of the abstract ideologies that have weighed heavily on your family for decades. The grievous times are past, leaving windows of opportunity for forgiveness and love. It will be effortful to help you keep your needs above the knotty constraint of the past, but the murderous past is just that…the past. Those onerous days are over as your sight is set on the future and it will be moiling. The time for punishing yourself for your alleged shortcomings is over, as severe as it seems. Grab up your pick and shovel and get a little sweaty with the effort. It IS all about you.
Remember that you have control of you and only you. Your path has been laborious, trying to turn around an insoluble situation. You now have control of your destiny, a tight hand on the reins. You may stand rugged in how you face it. The rigorous times from the past have prepared you for this, those toilsome events making you stronger, not that it wasn’t spiny, but definitely challenging. It will be painful, but cleansing, allowing you to face death with your eyes open. We’ll be there with you to send you on your way.
How hard is it? Extremely…
Goodbye, my friend.
http://www.dailywritingtips.com/75-synonyms-for-hard/
At this point in your life, time is not your friend. It seems cruel that the moments you had planned are now cut short. It’s distressing to watch the ticking of the clock and seeing the “what could have been” passing you by, tangled in a thorny mix of events. A complex relationship develops as you spend herculean effort to keep the merciless results at bay.
At times it’s arduous to carry the weight of both your sorrow and theirs. The effort is exhausting, both physically and mentally. The commitment to medical appointments is demanding, both of your time and theirs. Surely, this time could be better spent, but abstruse treatments, providing that slim ray of hope, make the time burdensome and Sisyphean. How much Augean abuse can one body take to live just a little longer?
At times, the challenge is formidable. Side effects are cruel in their theft of quality time, bruising the ego and creating a convoluted string of hope and despair as time grows shorter. The elusive cure is nonexistent. Only the hope of maybe surviving this uphill battle keeps you going. You must stay mentally tough to make it through the days and weeks of grueling treatments. It is frustrating to know that no matter how inhuman it seems, bringing the body close to death is their way of testing you for more taxing times to come.
The knowledge that you are going to die, regardless of what you do and how hard you try, is brutal. It is intimidating, stealing the hope of beating the odds and making the decision to let go a little easier in the end. Just surviving the grueling treatment one day at a time becomes an intricate dance between life and death. The effort is backbreaking, challenging everything you know about yourself and others. The overwhelming sense of failure hangs over your head. All your thoughts are involved with the argument that it’s worth it, no matter how strenuous the effort, to get one more day, one more moment out of life.
You can be stubborn and stand tall, but the effort is taxing. It is wearing you down to the point that no matter how rigid your resolve is to live, dying seems like it may be a more ticklish decision. The decision is trying, testing your stringent guidelines to live one more day. There is still so much to do. You walk a tricky path, striving to please everyone.
This is where your exacting nature can come into play. Make the labored decisions to not be opaque. Don’t be problematic in expressing your desires for the stressful days to come. Set strict guidelines on your wishes, requiring no room for recondite interpretation. The grueling days ahead will weigh heavy on you and those surrounding you, but harsh times can be avoided by setting a clear direction and having a plan. Times will be hairy, but you’ll make it through. You have friends here to guide you and be with you every step of the way.
It may seem grim, but these times can be some of the best of your life, allowing you the opportunity to be who you really are, free of the abstract ideologies that have weighed heavily on your family for decades. The grievous times are past, leaving windows of opportunity for forgiveness and love. It will be effortful to help you keep your needs above the knotty constraint of the past, but the murderous past is just that…the past. Those onerous days are over as your sight is set on the future and it will be moiling. The time for punishing yourself for your alleged shortcomings is over, as severe as it seems. Grab up your pick and shovel and get a little sweaty with the effort. It IS all about you.
Remember that you have control of you and only you. Your path has been laborious, trying to turn around an insoluble situation. You now have control of your destiny, a tight hand on the reins. You may stand rugged in how you face it. The rigorous times from the past have prepared you for this, those toilsome events making you stronger, not that it wasn’t spiny, but definitely challenging. It will be painful, but cleansing, allowing you to face death with your eyes open. We’ll be there with you to send you on your way.
How hard is it? Extremely…
Goodbye, my friend.
http://www.dailywritingtips.com/75-synonyms-for-hard/
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Harder than any challenge I've faced in my life! The passing of my so sweet sister happened eighteen years ago, but it stays with me even today. Too young, too fast! We had so many things planned for later years. We compressed those years into a few short months and painfully, but poignantly celebrated our love for one another. I was with her until the last breath...and when death did finally come, it was a spiritual experience unlike any other I've ever had in my own life. My cup is full! Wishing you all the best...the muddling afterwards is the hardest of all. Treat yourself well!
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