When the last parent dies
1928 – 2010 When my mum died, I walked out onto the street and wanted to yell at the top of my lungs, “my mum has died, STOP, for the world will never be the same!” I found it confusing that people still carried on with living, laughing, eating …
Now my dad has died, and I know the harsh and fortunate reality that life does go on.
Where is there life in your living for you to expand into before you depart?
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When the last parent dies
Sounds like your dad was such a great spirit… I wish I had known him better! Full of zest for life. It is so inspiring to hear about people who really spent their entire lives living, and getting the best and the zest out of life, and not letting pre-conceptions of age get in the way.
I try to avoid spending any time worrying about dieing, and the future in general and more time thinking about living, REALLY living…. not just breathing in and out. The future works itself out how it will. And it is always inspiring to meet seniors who are still living, in the largest sense of the word.
When the last parent dies
Ruth, your dad was a great man with fulfilled life. In my few encounters I remember I enjoyed strong logic and wisdom in his conversation. I don't forget my amazement when he told that he had built that nice workshop in his house by his hands… very talented man.
… dieing is my great teacher. I try to be mindful about it all the time. At the beginning it was quite difficult; sort of freezing and even disgusting condition. Then after awhile I started to learn how to incorporate it into my active lifestyle and even use its energy into my life… It helps me a lot to live a life not to regret when I am taking in my last gasps of air… when life will go on and on and on…
Mahmoud