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Apr. 4th, 2007 08:43 amNeta and I were at the Screaming Eagles viewing party, watching the end of the second leg of the DC United-Chivas de Guadalajara Champions Cup series, when my phone rang. It was my sister Cornelia, calling to let me know our dad had died.
I feel as if I had a chance to say goodbye the last time I was there, and I don't feel as if he, the person I knew and loved, has really been there for a while, so I'm not sad I wasn't there at the last. My mum went to see him the other day, and C. says he was just overjoyed to see her and they had a very happy time together, so I hope she won't be having any lingering feelings of guilt, which I was afraid of before.
I'm sad, of course, but mostly I'm mystified as to exactly what happened. It sounds as if he was lucid and happy, but in considerable discomfort, so his going now was probably for the best. But the reports I've heard have seemed so completely disparate (one minute he's in a decline, then the next he's talking and eating and getting stronger), and so little actual medical explanation for what's happened has been forthcoming that I'm terrifically puzzled.
But, in the end, that isn't really what's important. What's important is that he seems to have been relatively happy and calm at the end, instead of furious and unhappy as he was when he went to the hospital. That we all got a chance to see him and say goodbye. That he isn't suffering in body or mind anymore.
Being the English teacher he was, I know he'd like to be remembered in a poem. I looked for one and had a hard time choosing. For now, I think this is a good one.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
I feel as if I had a chance to say goodbye the last time I was there, and I don't feel as if he, the person I knew and loved, has really been there for a while, so I'm not sad I wasn't there at the last. My mum went to see him the other day, and C. says he was just overjoyed to see her and they had a very happy time together, so I hope she won't be having any lingering feelings of guilt, which I was afraid of before.
I'm sad, of course, but mostly I'm mystified as to exactly what happened. It sounds as if he was lucid and happy, but in considerable discomfort, so his going now was probably for the best. But the reports I've heard have seemed so completely disparate (one minute he's in a decline, then the next he's talking and eating and getting stronger), and so little actual medical explanation for what's happened has been forthcoming that I'm terrifically puzzled.
But, in the end, that isn't really what's important. What's important is that he seems to have been relatively happy and calm at the end, instead of furious and unhappy as he was when he went to the hospital. That we all got a chance to see him and say goodbye. That he isn't suffering in body or mind anymore.
Being the English teacher he was, I know he'd like to be remembered in a poem. I looked for one and had a hard time choosing. For now, I think this is a good one.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
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Date: 2007-04-04 01:12 pm (UTC)*HUG*
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Date: 2007-04-04 01:27 pm (UTC)I was talking to my sister Cornelia and my mum just now, and C said "Do you want to hear something funny? or maybe creepy? but in a funny way?" I said "Sure."
She said, "I went to turn on his computer last night to send David [her son] an email to call me, because I couldn't get him on the phone. His computer won't work. I turned it off and then on a gain to be sure. And it was working fine when you were here, right?"
It was--there was nothing wrong with it a week or two ago when I was there.
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Date: 2007-04-04 01:51 pm (UTC)Try not to expect a distinct diagnosis. People 9and animals0 do die of "old age". And there is an awful lot that the medical community doesn't know yet about all types of things.
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Date: 2007-04-04 01:58 pm (UTC)Yeah, I realise that sometimes we just... stop. And I am also coming to think that a lot of what I have been hearing about how "well" he was doing was couched in very *relative* terms. V may have been meaning that he was very lucid and alert and talkative and comfortable *for someone who was dying* and I wasn't getting the subtext.
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Date: 2007-04-04 02:46 pm (UTC)Glad you got to say goodbye when you were last there. hugs x
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Date: 2007-04-04 03:20 pm (UTC)The up and down stuff isn't that unusual. It's not so much an event as a process and people can exert a lot of control over the process, save energy up--appearing really sick, then spend on things they think are important like your moms visit when they'll appear (and really will be) in much better shape.
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Date: 2007-04-04 03:35 pm (UTC)One of the good things that has come out of this is that my sister has finally told my mum that my nephew is TG. Mum is OK with it, but she agrees it's a good thing we none of us ever told my dad; odds are he wouldn't have dealt with it well for a variety of complex reasons.
I've been thinking of you a good deal recently; it's very odd to be dating someone who is a total DC United FANATIC...but who doesn't know anything about the team prior to about two years ago. :-) Harkes, Etcheverry, Agoos, Williams--these are all just names to her. :-)
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Date: 2007-04-04 03:40 pm (UTC)My thoughts are with you and your family.
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Date: 2007-04-04 04:39 pm (UTC)XOXOXO
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Date: 2007-04-04 04:59 pm (UTC)The poem was beautiful and perfect. I'm sure he would have loved it.
Peace,
Kat
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Date: 2007-04-04 05:19 pm (UTC)It's so funny--I was clearing up papers at home the other day and came across a huge pile of photos from college. Lots of really bad pictures of Williamstown, but it was nice to see a lot of afmiliar faces. :-)
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Date: 2007-04-04 05:53 pm (UTC)Still more to sleep in stone
while harm and shame persist.
Not to see, not to feel,
is bliss.
Speak softly, do not wake me,
do not weep.
-Michelangelo
(translated from the Italian by, I believe, John Ciardi)
My deepest sympathies to you and your family.
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Date: 2007-04-04 06:00 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear of your loss
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Date: 2007-04-05 01:59 pm (UTC)If I should die and
leave you here awhile,
Be not like others sore undone,
Who keep long vigils
by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake turn again
to life and smile.
Nerving thy heart
and trembling hand to do
Something to comfort
other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear
unfinished tasks of mine,
And I, perchance
may therein comfort you.
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:11 pm (UTC)And welcome. :-)
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Date: 2007-04-12 02:00 pm (UTC)I am glad you (and your mom) managed to have your last peaceful
moments with him. Big hugs, big guy.
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