Comments on: Funeral Services https://www.ihavecancer.ca/funeral-services/#utm_source=Source&utm_medium=Medium&utm_campaign=Campaign Why is there a lump in my chest? Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:45:45 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: gita https://www.ihavecancer.ca/funeral-services/comment-page-1/#comment-889 gita Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:45:45 +0000 http://www.ihavecancer.ca/?p=1256#comment-889 This is very long Farokh, and just for you. It is the most beautiful passage about death I know, from my favourite book, The Third Policeman: Down into the earth where dead men go I would go soon and maybe come out of it again in some healthy way, free of human perplexity. I would perhaps be the chill of an April wind, an essential part of some indomitable river or be personally concerned in the ageless perfection of some rank mountain bearing down upon the mind by occupying forever a position in the blue easy distance. Or perhaps a smaller thing like movement in the grass on an unbearable breathless yellow day, some hidden creature going about its business --- I might well be responsible for that or some small part of it. Or even those unaccountable distinctions that make an evening recognizable from its own morning, the smells and sounds and sights of the perfected and matured essences of the day, these might not be innocent of my meddling and my abiding presence. Or perhaps I would be an influence that prevails in water, something sea-borne and far away, some certain arrangement of sun, light and water unknown and unbeheld, something far from usual. There are in the great world whirls of fluid and vaporous existences obtaining in their own unpassing time, unwatched and uninterpreted, valid only in their essential un-understandable mystery, justified only in their eyeless and mindless immeasurability, unassailable in their actual abstraction: of the inner quality of such a thing I might well in my own time be the true quintessential pith. I might belong to a lonely shore or be the agony of the sea when it bursts upon it in despair. Love, Gita This is very long Farokh, and just for you. It is the most beautiful passage about death I know, from my favourite book, The Third Policeman: Down into the earth where dead men go I would go soon and maybe come out of it again in some healthy way, free of human perplexity. I would perhaps be the chill of an April wind, an essential part of some indomitable river or be personally concerned in the ageless perfection of some rank mountain bearing down upon the mind by occupying forever a position in the blue easy distance. Or perhaps a smaller thing like movement in the grass on an unbearable breathless yellow day, some hidden creature going about its business — I might well be responsible for that or some small part of it. Or even those unaccountable distinctions that make an evening recognizable from its own morning, the smells and sounds and sights of the perfected and matured essences of the day, these might not be innocent of my meddling and my abiding presence.
Or perhaps I would be an influence that prevails in water, something sea-borne and far away, some certain arrangement of sun, light and water unknown and unbeheld, something far from usual. There are in the great world whirls of fluid and vaporous existences obtaining in their own unpassing time, unwatched and uninterpreted, valid only in their essential un-understandable mystery, justified only in their eyeless and mindless immeasurability, unassailable in their actual abstraction: of the inner quality of such a thing I might well in my own time be the true quintessential pith. I might belong to a lonely shore or be the agony of the sea when it bursts upon it in despair.
Love, Gita

]]> By: Janet https://www.ihavecancer.ca/funeral-services/comment-page-1/#comment-888 Janet Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:44:03 +0000 http://www.ihavecancer.ca/?p=1256#comment-888 Dearest Friend It is getting harder to read your blogs. But at the same time, it is harder to stay away from it. Today the following words echo loudly: " For everything there is a sign. The sign of love is fortitude under My decree and patience under My trials." God must REALLY love you! We sure DO love you heaps and bounds. your friend always, Janet Dearest Friend
It is getting harder to read your blogs. But at the same time, it is harder to stay away from it.
Today the following words echo loudly: " For everything there is a sign. The sign of love is fortitude under My decree and patience under My trials."
God must REALLY love you!
We sure DO love you heaps and bounds.
your friend always,
Janet

]]> By: nancy vonk https://www.ihavecancer.ca/funeral-services/comment-page-1/#comment-883 nancy vonk Wed, 01 Dec 2010 03:08:38 +0000 http://www.ihavecancer.ca/?p=1256#comment-883 Thinking about you as I continue to procrastinate tonight. Should be ready to leave for Puerto Rico by now with an early flight. Don't want to go. Have not put a flip flop in a bag. Thinking of you. Thinking about you as I continue to procrastinate tonight. Should be ready to leave for Puerto Rico by now with an early flight. Don't want to go. Have not put a flip flop in a bag. Thinking of you.

]]> By: Marina https://www.ihavecancer.ca/funeral-services/comment-page-1/#comment-882 Marina Tue, 30 Nov 2010 23:05:48 +0000 http://www.ihavecancer.ca/?p=1256#comment-882 Dear, sweet Farokh....it' so hard to read this posting, but I'm grateful I know your wishes. Totally agree with you on the flowers...what a waste. I can still remember the terrible smell of the hundreds of flowers at the funeral home for my Dad. I will happily plant many trees in your honour at the homes of all my loved ones...so each time I visit their homes, I will be reminded of you. Love you lots....big hug and lots of kisses..... Dear, sweet Farokh….it' so hard to read this posting, but I'm grateful I know your wishes. Totally agree with you on the flowers…what a waste. I can still remember the terrible smell of the hundreds of flowers at the funeral home for my Dad.
I will happily plant many trees in your honour at the homes of all my loved ones…so each time I visit their homes, I will be reminded of you. Love you lots….big hug and lots of kisses…..

]]> By: taravat https://www.ihavecancer.ca/funeral-services/comment-page-1/#comment-881 taravat Tue, 30 Nov 2010 01:36:05 +0000 http://www.ihavecancer.ca/?p=1256#comment-881 I just closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around you and gave you a big hug. did you fill it? :) love you, Taravat I just closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around you and gave you a big hug.
did you fill it? :)
love you,
Taravat

]]> By: Suzanne Pope https://www.ihavecancer.ca/funeral-services/comment-page-1/#comment-880 Suzanne Pope Mon, 29 Nov 2010 22:47:03 +0000 http://www.ihavecancer.ca/?p=1256#comment-880 From E.E. Cummings: love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky From E.E. Cummings:

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

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