Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Alive death.
There are many types of deaths. The usual one being the death of a living body in traditional sense. The death of a friendship, relationship, hope and expectation, of love or of a mind due to illness is as sad as the death of a body. I go as far as to say it is more sad because no one else see that death. There is no mourning period for them. Some times mental illness kills the mind, the personality, the person. It is difficult to accept that death, not just for the patient, the carer but for the world. When a serious illness changes the whole person, it feels like the death of the old/original person. There may be another person who has taken over, who is different but you don't know them. I want to talk about it but leave it till next time.
Good Night. I know this is four hours early but still have work to catch up on.
Remember Joni Mitchell and Big yellow taxi? "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone".
Love him. Accept him. Mourn the the loss of what you had. But only once.
And yes, sometimes it is in our power to let someone go. Sit and stare with me again one day.
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