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Date of upload: Sep 9, 2019 ^^
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Just left my mother's bedside and am meeting with hospice in the morning, hoping to ease her passing. Nothing unusual or unexpected about a 92 yr old passing, but up until 8 days ago, she was sharp as a tack, full of life and vigor. She had been blessed with good health most of her life, but in this last yr she developed some heart problems, but had overcome each setback. I had expected that again with a recent flair-up, but alas, it was not meant to be.
She raised 4 children, and gave us absolutely every thing she had. And though she loved each of us equally, she also loved us each differently, with a love tailored for the unique needs, blessings, and sorrows each one of us carried. She taught me how to crawl, walk, then run as a baby. And when i stumbled again as a 35 yr old man, she talk me how to crawl, walk, and run again. I am 58 and solid on the ground, thanks to her.
Funny story-In June, I took her to a dr visit. Leaving her house, like always, I gave her a big hug. The next morning, I felt a tickle in my throat, and got tested for Covid, which was positive. My first thought was that big hug I stole from her 24 hrs earlier probably was going to kill her. Her only comment when I called about getting her tested was "if i didnt get it from you then, then I doubt i will get it from you later, so keep coming by." She tested negative, but did tell me I needed to wash my hands more.
So it's down to this-I've always had an uneasy alliance with grief, and quite frankly, I'm unfamiliar with it. But those waves are crashing now, and seem to be pouring out from the core of my bones. But stronger than the grief is an overwhelming sense of gratitude i feel for having had her so deep into my life.
It is a grief that only a poet can articulate. God bless you Mr Stevens. I heard this song a few yrs back and knew it would be my map thru grief when that day comes. It is here.
I do not ask for, nor deserve- any pity. I simply pray that her agitation ends and that she be given a peaceful passage. I thank the Lord above for her. When I came into the world that cold day in February of 1963, I know he gave me the best one he had available that day.
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My mom and I were supposed to see this live. She got us tickets, but she was sick and she died. I remember her being in the hospital apologizing for us not being able to go and crying and me getting so mad that she was apologizing to me and just not knowing what to fucking do. One of my last days with her and one of my last memories. Took me a few years to be able to listen to this album, for obvious reasons. But it means a lot to me now. She was my best friend, and I miss her every day. Anyway, thank you Sufjan for your art. It's always meant a lot to me. You make a lot of people cry, and that's not a bad thing at all.
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1- death with dignity
Spirit of my silence I can hear you, but I'm afraid to be near you
And I don't know where to begin
And I don't know where to begin
Somewhere in the desert there's a forest, and an acre before us
But I don't know where to begin
But I don't know where to begin
Again I lost my strength completely, oh be near me tired old mare
With the wind in your hair
Amethyst and flowers on the table, is it real or a fable?
Well I suppose a friend is a friend
And we all know how this will end
Chimney swift that finds me be my keeper, silhouette of the cedar
What is that song you sing for the dead
What is that song you sing for the dead
I see the signal searchlight strike me, in the window of my room
Well I got nothing to prove
Well I got nothing to prove
I forgive you mother I can hear you, and I long to be near you
But every road leads to an end
Yes every road leads to an end
Your apparition passes through me, in the willows and five red hens
You'll never see us again
You'll never see us again
The rest is down
Have a nice dayš
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No album makes me feel so much as this one. It's raw, intimate, and specific. While it's clearly an album about Sufjan's grief following his mother's death, he wrote it in such a way that anyone can relate to it. This album has helped me through so many hard times, and I couldn't be more thankful for Sufjan.
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My grandfather passed away today. Iām ok, donāt worry, I was never too close to him. I just havenāt stopped thinking about when I saw him for the last time last night.
I was excited to go, mostly to see the wisteria vines that grow in his garden. Iāve always felt comfortable around them and enjoyed looking at them, I use to steal some on my way back home. But when I went out to his garden again, there was no wisteria flowers. They all disappeared without even a trail behind them. I stared for a while, then my uncle rushed me out of his house because my grandfather had stopped breathing. I guess it was fitting because just like the wisteria and all the happy memories I had there (though of course there was plenty of bad), my grandfather is gone now too. I wonder if his path to wherever we may go when we die is decorated with wisteria flowers. I hope he rests in peace.
Sorry for rambling and thank you for reading this ^^
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@escitalopram3672
3 years ago
Wish I could meet everybody that is listening to this
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