I truly don't know where to begin or how I will be able to write this. We have to prepare Anne and ourselves for her final hours. She has no hope of recovering from this illness and is already in a very weakened state. She has fought so valiantly and rallied time and again but there are too many fronts for her to fight. She can no longer hold on. The doctors have given her a choice to continue to fight what will ultimately be a losing battle or return home with hospice care and family for at most two weeks. On Saturday we will be returning to Graton to spend time looking at the garden and finding comfort in knowing that time is but eternity turned inside out and that we will have forever together on the other side. We all have shared and continue to share many beautiful moments with Anne. I consider this one one of the most beautiful of all. We can not experience deep joy if we do not experience deep pain as well. I revel in the joy and the pain I have shared with her and at this moment it is exquisitely so. You have filled my life with great joy my Annie. I am forever grateful.
Please take comfort in knowing that Anne is in much less pain then she has been in this past week. Surround her with whatever thoughts and prayers you believe will help her crossover.
Hold her in your heart.
Much love to all,
Dennis
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It was a warm sunny day on Chappy. We were all crammed in a blue jeep headed for the lighthouse. Lucy and Owen were just stretch up to be as tall as Anne. How beautiful. Anne wore her long hair tied back in a pony tail. We stopped to take in the sights of the beauty of the ocean and gathered around the water fountain to taste the sweetness. We were together as a family, Mark, Anne, Owen, Lucy and myself. Your family has become mine over these years. Owen has shown me such a gift of music and Lucy a sweet sensitive soul. Anne, walk with your head high, you have done well. Thank you for having me as your sister-in-law. For showing me the value of family. Your parents took me under their wing. Remember that Mark and I are always there for you and your children. As Mary said to Mark and I, "Pour your pain into the ocean, for there it shall remain". I love you. Dianna
Dearest Anne,
Monty and I are here together, and I am remembering a photo taken of you, Megan and myself. We stand in a row, hiking our dresses up to reveal our enormous bellies, filled with child. What richness these children have given us and what riches our friendships have bestowed on us all. We will be holding you in our hearts as you take these brave steps forward, always the first to chart new ground. We love you...
Hannah and Monty
Anne Dearest Girl,
Sometimes your paths cross with someone just a few times, as did yours and mine, and yet I was so strongly filled with your innate kindness, sweetness and powerful intelligence.
Though we met for just brief moments I was always delighted by your percipience, your intuition and the clear fact that you were a lovely and gentle human being. Some kind words you once comforted me with, in an hour of despair, resonate with me still and made things just a bit easier - and your words stay with me still.
I wish I understood this strange journey of life - but perhaps there is no understanding it - just ploughing through it moment by moment, day by day. You have sweetened my own journey for a few lovely seconds, and that is the best gift you can give anyone. For that I am so grateful. I send my love now to you Anne, and will continue to send it sweet one.
Barbara
hello from new york, i am annes cousin from ny i recieved the news yesterday and i want to send all of you my love and confort if you can find any during this time send anne my love also she and all of her loved ones will continue to be in my prayers
Dear Anne, We are keeping vigil with you. You have our thoughts and our prayers. To Lucy and Owen, Dennis and all of your closest family and friends, we extend our affection, comfort and support. Much love to all of you.
Your cousin, Linda Votta Sullivan
Aunt Mad sent you a card in the mail.
She sends her love.
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