No, the pain is still there. You learn to cope -- distract yourself -- become embroiled in other difficulties. The worst has happened -- you hope.
We see the Partner at least once a year. He faithfully travels to visit the site where we scattered the ashes. I've only been once -- finding the walk more and more difficult. Funny, we never thought about that at the time. That we'd get too old to make the journey. But you don't think about that. You only know that this is where she'd want to be.
Her brother still feels the loss, although he doesn't mention it. Our cat died last spring. He was 18 years old and increasingly in poor health. He died while I was holding him (must I always be the one present at deaths?) We didn't want to put him to sleep unless he was really suffering. And we didn't want the vet to "take care" of the body. Devastated, D. built a wood box. We lined it with some sheeting and laid Max in. D. put in his favorite toys. We dug a very deep hole in what was once my father's vegetable patch. The box was sealed and lowered. We filled it in and I put a sprig of lilac on the mound. He was a good cat. I hope E. is there waiting for him.
Friday, October 4, 2019
quotes Beverly likes
"They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."— William Penn
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."— William Penn
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