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The Death Project

Smelling the roses! These ones have a divine, spicy tea scent (photo: Roy Cross).

Susan Jeanne Briscoe
November 13, 1966 – August 31, 2018

Susan was a teacher and researcher at Dawson College in Montreal when she fell ill. After her terminal diagnosis, Susan created The Death Project, a blog in which she beautifully and honestly wrote about living and dying. The blog has touched tens of thousands of readers from all over the world.

 

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The Power of Gratitude

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The letter of thanksgiving written by a grieving husband is a wonderful story in celebrating a Canadian Thanksgiving Day. After his 34-year-old wife suffered a devastating asthma attack and later died, the Boston writer Peter DeMarco wrote the following letter … Continue reading

Yes, Jake, memories of you do last even if you are a cat

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To lose a pet always comes with anguish. You wake up everyday and there they are. It becomes so much like breathing you can’t imagine them not ever being there. They ask so little of us food, water, love and … Continue reading

Autumn of Life

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The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees remind … Continue reading

Remembering Robin Williams

Robin Williams

Here’s a list of the most profound and beautiful quotes from the late actor who so tragically left this earth far too young. You will be missed Robin Williams.

There’s nothing wrong with being alone

I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone, it’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel alone.


Learn to forgive yourself, not just others

Good people end up in Hell because they can’t forgive themselves.


It’s OK to be crazy

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.


Pick your battles wisely

Never fight with an ugly person, they’ve got nothing to lose.


Never stop reaching for greatness

No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.


 Surround yourself with the right people

When you have a great audience, you can just keep going and finding new things.


All marriage, gay or straight, is the same

You could talk about same-sex marriage, but people who have been married say ‘It’s the same sex all the time.


You can’t appreciate the good until you’ve felt the bad

You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to.


Women deserve to rule the world

A nuclear bomb is a man’s way of saying, ‘I’m gonna f**k up the earth.’ A woman would never make a nuclear bomb. They would never make a weapon that kills. They’d make a weapon that makes you feel bad for a while… That’s why there should be a woman president, there would never be any wars. You know this, it’s the truth. There would never be a war; just every twenty-eight days: some severe negotiations.


When you think about death and the after-life

Death is nature’s way of saying, ‘your table is ready.’


Music, like food, is necessary for survival

You know what music is? God’s little reminder that there’s something else besides us in this universe; harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars.


There’s no such thing as a perfect person

She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other.


Selfies are pretty narcissistic

Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.


Everyone has a purpose, every action has a meaning

I believe in destiny. There must be a reason that I am as I am. There must be.

 

Quotes Credit: Elite Daily
Photo Credit: Reconciling Mnistries Network

“I’m Not Dead , Only Waiting to Sing”

For Debbie:

"Ye Shall Know Me by My Fruits"

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Help me with my un-perceived progress

I stand still, everything around me sweeping

Like a Kansas tornado.

So many

voices within, held down and pressed,

It scares me to hear such a composing

Of songs I alone know

 

I pan for gold but all I’m left with is dirt,

Years are one Day to eternity’s mathematics

And yet, You see gold today.

I must be blind by mortality’s mud and hurt

Or reality’s crush and deafening static,

All that must with time decay.

 

What is hidden can always be found

If the search is sincere and I keep my heart,

If the mists are under my feet

The treasure is on sacred, holy ground

Along the stream of light that favors a lark

At sun’s turned up face in peace.

 

It’s all so momentary!  A second estate.

This reflection…

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SQUEEZE TIGHT!

I came to visit Debbie’s site today for a long silence and I am sorry to read that she is an Angel now. Our moments were brief yet she touched me. With love, Perpetua.

"Ye Shall Know Me by My Fruits"

So, friends, have you done it?  You’ve had seven days to do it.  Most of you probably have—written out your New Years goals, right?

This was a yearly “must” for my sisters and I, for years!  We were meticulous and, there were short a936494_369282396532037_68894665_nnd long-term goals; categories and by what date we should have accomplished them.  I’d always finish before the 31st of December, no buts or if’s about it!  Perfectionism flowed through my blood!  It pumped me up everyday better than CPR!  Life has inevitably slowed me down; disease and age have had their sway, too.  However, unless WISDOM wasn’t part of this mixture of daily living, I’d probably be making detailed lists up to this day.  Don’t take me wrong, I’m all for goals, stretching oneself to greater heights, chasing new dreams and, reaching brighter horizons.

Life has not only paced my race but has taught me…

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A Humble Servant Leader

Hamba Kahle, Madiba

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Nelson Mandela (1918 – 2013)

“I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one’s head pointed toward the sun, one’s feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death.” — from“Long Walk to Freedom”

“I stand here before you not as a prophet but as a humble servant of you, the people. Your tireless and heroic sacrifices have made it possible for me to be here today. I therefore place the remaining years of my life in your hands.” — Addressing a crowd after his release from prison on Feb. 11, 1990.

“As I have said, the first thing is to be honest with yourself. You can never have an impact on society if you have not changed yourself… Great peacemakers are all people of integrity, of honesty, but humility.” — Nelson Mandela: The Early Life of Rolihlahla Mandiba

“I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”

He left us a lasting legacy.

Link:  CTV News: Mandela’s own words
Photo:  Parabola Magazine

Comings and Goings of March 29, 2013

It started with an early phone call from Room 203; she wanted to visit and it’s only 9 a.m.  Still in her pajamas with coffee, cheese and crackers, as well as her cat Riley, I let her in. 
This is the first time Riley is visiting my place and he is very scarred.  Have you ever heard scared cat cry?  It’s  blood curling cry.  Maurice and Lucy were scared and went into hiding.  So did Riley.  By the time they left is was close to noon. 
Next, I went next door, Room 307 to ask her to make me real coffee.  I supplied her with a Starbucks coffee grind.  Life is good with real coffee.  I took some pictures of her potted plants. 
It is now 1 pm and time to visit Mother.  She’s resting just down the road.  I picked some narcissus, fern, sage, rosemary and yellow flowering branches from my garden to bring to Mother. 

The road where Mother is resting is downhill.  Going downhill sure beats uphill.  I’ll worry about that later. 
It’s a busy day mostly for Chinese family.  They sure know how to party with their dearly departed.  I laid a few flowers for this young man, this is the first time I’ve heard of bullying, year 2000,  the same year Mother died.  Mother’s site sure looks pretty with the bouquet I placed on her gravesite. 
Then I visited the pond with a lonesome drake, a couple of turtles and plenty of fishes. 
See that building on top, I live across that.  See that 45 degree road, that’s the hill to get back home which is not a problem if only I am 13 years younger. 
I came across with a worm.  Then, I took refuge underneath a tree and scared the living daylight out of me, an evil thing lurking above.  Sakura is in full bloom and then life is a bowl of ???.   But look, I found a $10 gift certificate, my lucky day.
Finally, I’m home.  That’s the yellow flowering bush.  The baby artichokes are waiting for me to cook.  By the look of the size of the artichoke, even though I bought two dozens, I will still be hungry.  Thank goodness, Room 307 came over for tea with Polish salad. 

The salad was my dinner.  As for the artichokes, it ended up in the garbage.  
Life is grand.