tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post1262725991044978381..comments2024-03-27T12:01:14.110-07:00Comments on Tossing It Out: Sudden Death DeparturesArlee Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663942782929929334noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post-60717804536829764102009-11-21T23:07:20.335-08:002009-11-21T23:07:20.335-08:00Hi Lee....My husband has tried three times to meet...Hi Lee....My husband has tried three times to meet his Maker, not by his own hand I should add....obviously they were not ready for him up there! I do not fear death itself, only the manner in which it might come...I'm a bit of a coward and would hate the suffering. However, since watching the TV series Six Feet Under, I've become very matter of fact about it all....understanding the practicalities involved and the way people handle grief.White Dovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post-15044654697638669932009-11-21T21:53:10.111-08:002009-11-21T21:53:10.111-08:00Diana,
All I can say is that was a pretty neat com...Diana,<br />All I can say is that was a pretty neat comment-- very perceptive. It makes me think of how I often read the obituary pages in the L.A. Times and will sometimes read about some author or the like has died and I become intrigued by their works. I have actually checked out books from the library or bought them because I was intrigued by what I had read in the obit.<br />LeeArlee Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663942782929929334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post-76668167343162489992009-11-21T21:44:04.436-08:002009-11-21T21:44:04.436-08:00My boss died the night before my first day of work...My boss died the night before my first day of work. I learned all about him on his funeral and it made me want to know him more. At the same time, however, I was so enthralled by what I learned about him that I am not sure I would have it any other way. Some people are like phanthoms...and the images we create of them are part of how we remember them. I would like to go in such a way that makes my family and friends continue to get to know me even after I am gone. But then again, few of us can be that interesting...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post-51118210343913980222009-11-21T21:42:21.302-08:002009-11-21T21:42:21.302-08:00Dear Dee,
Thank you for the comment. My father was...Dear Dee,<br />Thank you for the comment. My father was also a fine Christian who died of pancreatic cancer at the far too young age of 67. He suffered so much in the last month it was painful for us to see. When he was in the hospital they had him on so much morphine that he was hallucinating and did not seem to comprehend what was happening. Our whole family was at his bedside when he finally left us, but I think of him so much and have tried to follow in is footsteps in so many ways.<br /><br />I'd love to be a part of the Fiction Fridays. I haven't looked at what it's all about, but I'll check on it. What do I need to do?<br />LeeArlee Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663942782929929334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post-50431694869766291272009-11-21T21:35:41.953-08:002009-11-21T21:35:41.953-08:00Harris,
Thanks for the kind words. I agree with wh...Harris,<br />Thanks for the kind words. I agree with what you say about suffering through extreme deterioration to the point where you basically just kept alive by others with no productive promise for the future for yourself.<br />I been really enjoying your recent posts at: <br />http://who-am-i-who.blogspot.com/<br />I look forward to each new one.<br />LeeArlee Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663942782929929334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post-40430564606307935272009-11-21T20:59:56.807-08:002009-11-21T20:59:56.807-08:00Wow, what a post! Here's what I learned about ...Wow, what a post! Here's what I learned about dying from my late husband: as a Christian, you can die gracefully and with a whole host of love and concern for those you're leaving behind. Even in his latter stages of cancer, my husband went to heaven with such grace...oh my. He was a beautiful man. I hope I can show just a smidgen of the love and selfless attitude he exhibited when it's my turn to move on to my home in heaven! After all, I'll be going to something wonderful, while I'll know that my loved ones will still be dealing with the pangs of this earth. Thanks for this post! And thanks for reading my Friday Fiction, Lee. (Hey, think about joining us soon-I'd love to read fiction from you!)Dee Yoderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09496759876816112506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149224757183756660.post-43929325149103326522009-11-20T08:57:58.671-08:002009-11-20T08:57:58.671-08:00This was a powerful Posting for me.
For me, the po...This was a powerful Posting for me.<br />For me, the power of the first two stories is the report of people dying, without suffering and doing something that was central and meaningful for them. The third story leads me to think about unintended (life and death) consequences of our choices. Someone is trying to meet a requrement for better health to keep his livelihood and dies in the process.<br />For me the issue of how much choice I can exercise in how I die and when to surrender to it, and with how much suffering has a lot of interest and sometimes even urgency. On the one hand I don't know if I want surgery and chemotherapy if I get cancer at my age (I had heart surgery in my 50s and consider it a miraculous blessing). Although I don't want to die, I don't know how much my life could be curtailed and still be a satisfying life for me. (give up mobility, give up sexuality, live with months or years of pain, or medication that dulls pain but that impairs my ability to write, paint, work,create?). Do I think It would be moral (in relation to my family, my clients) to jump off the golden Gate Bridge or drink a lethal dose of Hemlock? Would I have the courage? Or would I be so cowardly? <br /> <br />Your stories help me to go on with this inner exploration. Thanks.Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15443254693897401042noreply@blogger.com