this has truly been a very sobering week,
last Friday we (Rowing Man and I) attended a true celebration of life. One of Rowing Man's young patient's died at home, in the night, with her family. She had a lymphoma and she and her family had lived very bravely with this for 9 years.
She planned her celebration of life service, with her family and friends in the months and weeks before her death, 'cos it simply cannot be called a funeral. I have heard many funerals described as celebrations of life, but this would have to be the first one that truly was a celebration.
I did not know this woman, or her family, and if they ever read this, I do hope that they are not offended at all, but I am truly touched by how this remarkable woman, with her family and close friends, chose to live though her illness, and death with such incredible dignity and love.
She was married on the beautiful shores of Lake Pukaki, and this is where she chose to celebrate her life. On a beautiful, sunny, autumn day, everyone present released red ballons into a magnificently clear, blue sky,
I never met her, but if I had, I am sure that I would have been truly blessed,
Life is precious ....
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