Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, February 15, 2010
Mom and hubby both love westerns, so I'll use a western phrase. The cavalary arrived. Hubby returned home Saturday morning and his sister arrived that afternoon. After dealing with this alone all week (except for the aides, of course), I was relieved beyond measure.
I understand that this is sacred work--being present for someone as they cross over. But let me tell you, sacred or not, it is damned hard. I imagine it is less difficult for those who work in this field, because there isn't the emotional attachment to the patient that family members have. But the aides have already grown attached to Mom--she's easy to attach to--such a sweet, sweet soul.
When I was a little girl, my father wouldn't let me have any pets because, in his opinion, you'd grow attached to them, then, when they died, you'd be in pain. With his background, I understand his philosophy. But by not getting attached emotionally, you never experience the joy of loving. Is it worth the pain of losing? You bet.