Death Waits for No One…

Hello Everyone,

This week our family has been hit by some difficult circumstances. On Monday, the matriarch of the family suffered a debilitating stroke – which has placed her in a coma. And an uncle passed away Tuesday morning. Kat, at the moment, is going through a very difficult experience as both are on her side of the family. There is nothing that I can do except provide support. I am even writing this as a form of catharsis for all of us. This is a time of grief for our family. Grandma (aka great Nana) is the oldest and most beloved person in our family. She continues to breath, but she may never wake up. And she had a very close relationship with both Kat and Kat’s Mom.

During this time of grief, our children, and those of our other family members continue to be children. This makes me think of the juxtaposition of life and death. The room where Grandma was in had both the oldest and the youngest person in the family. We all watched Gradman take breaths in silence – except for the recently born second cousin who cried as he needed to nurse. Last night, as we prepared to take our kids, especially our oldest, to visit his great Nana, we explained that the person he would see would not be the same. We tried to explain that she was in a very deep sleep and that although, perhaps she may be able to hear him, she could not talk back to him. He, of course, asked why? And so begins the explanations of death and what it means to die. Children do not really, under most circumstances, understand the concept of death.  But this may be a blog post for another time.

In honor of Grandma and in support of my wife, I’m placing a poem of one of our most beloved writers. Thank you for visiting. We appreciate your thoughts and support during this time. Thank you. I wish you all happiness, good health, prosperity and long life. Grandma you are loved and remembered…

-The Husband

Because I could not stop for Death (479)

by Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

And Immortality.


We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –


We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring –

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –


Or rather – He passed us –

The Dews drew quivering and chill –

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tulle –


We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground –

The Roof was scarcely visible –

The Cornice – in the Ground –


Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses’ Heads

Were toward Eternity –

11 thoughts

  1. Hey Buddy ! Sorry to hear about the loss of the family and prayers for the old lady. Every word of what you wrote is true and inevitable. Keeping yoy guys in prayers. Stay healthy and strong.

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