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I think it has a lot more to do with how he spent the last years of his life, rather than anything else. My wife also died from pancreatic cancer and her attitude, at least to me, my family and friends, was one we all learned a lot from. Her sheer grace under horrific circumstances was something that always amazed me.
For example, about week before she died, a friend of mine flew down to be with us, because we knew it was going to happen soon. She had been hospitalized and at the time my friend came down, she was in the ICU with four central
lines, a nasal gastric tube, a oxygen cannula, two IV
pumps, and on enough narcotics to down a herd of elephants. She had nearly died twice in the previous two weeks. When she saw my friend, she said,
"Brad, how was your flight?" and meant it.
I don't know about you...but most people I've ever seen who are in the hospital don't really give a rat's tuckus about anyone but themselves...and are usually more than happy to let people know that... Gee didn't do that. I hope that by the point when it is my time to die...I have the ability to be one tenth as gracious as the woman I married.
I feel very sorry for you, that all you can see is that he is dead.
To leave you with a thought regarding life and death, especially lives cut tragically short, Ralph Waldo Emerson said:
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It is not length of life, but depth of life.
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