Saturday, October 31, 2009


In the middle of the night, Halloween morning, what a time to die....In fact, I knew I would not, as the pain was not strong, although it went on for about half an hour. I look forward to a peaceful, possibly enlightening death, but what if I am in distracting pain? What if I am in pain for a long time and welcome death as a relief? Or, in my culture, what if I am so inured from pain with drugs that I can no longer concentrate on the devotions that I have been so careful to learn? Or what if, like my mother, I have severe dementia and don't even know where and when I am?
All good November, (Scorpio), thoughts, as they rake up the lovely damp, red, brown and yellow leaves to make a pumpkin patch at the end of our very private street. To life, to life, Lochaim!

3 comments:

AphotoAday said...

Want to somehow offer you some moral support in dealing with your mother... I've been through all of that with mine so I know a bit of what you are going through...
Peace, brother...

willow said...

That's scary, Marc. Lots of thoughts for good health and long life coming your way, dear friend.

marc aurel said...

Thanks. I was reassuring my son that, given my genes, I might live quite a while yet, (and probably loose my mind before my body).