....It's Only Natural

So my grandpa has had MS for a few years; we thought he had a stoke the other night, and Georgie (step-gran) took him by ambulance to the hospital and did a CT scan. We had thought he had a stroke (or a tumour), so it was nice to rule those out.

MS has many symptoms and this is quite a common one (didn't even know it existed);

double vision and one eye going wonky on him one looks at you and the other goes where ever it wants to, and his blood pressure was very high. 

STAY STRONG GRANDPA!

You're the most stubborn man I know

You are sharp as a tack

We'll watch so much Seinfeld when we get there  

Love U GrandPa xo

unable are the loved to die...

This week a friend of mine lost his mother. The thing about death and loss is that it inevitably brings up our own fear of losing someone that we love so dearly.  To my sweet Grant, you are strong and your mom is with you through this entire journey, stay strong. To everyone else, don't ever forget to say "I love you" to the ones who count...

Grant, I know she's in your heart every night. 

Unable are the loved to die.  For love is immortality.  

~Emily Dickinson

Although it's difficult today to see beyond the sorrow,

                              May looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.

~Author Unknown

Death is Nothing At All

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well. Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918

After Life...

...Is Death.

Today was the funeral for one of my close friends who lost his father Ted on Saturday. 

Instead of talking about the inevitable sadness, I want to say how proud I am of all of 

our friends coming to support Dave during, probably, the most difficult day 

of his life. The service was lovely and it was great to just be outside 

after the service and hug Dave, joke around a bit. 

Love you Scratch Brotha!!!