Dickinson, Coleridge and Dickens come to mind as we await the moment of my father’s death.
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Tag Archives: death and dying
Waiting for the Tide to Turn
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Moving through Death’s Doorway
My father’s poem about Andersen’s “The Little Match Girl” is comforting me as he slides towards death.
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Magnificent Women in the Sick Room
Tolstoy shows us deathbed vigils can spur us to a deeper engagement with life.
Posted in Uncategorized | Also tagged "Do Not Go Gentle", "Valediction: Forbidding Mourning", Anna Karenina, Dylan Thomas, George Eliot, John Donne, Leo Tolstoy, Middlemarch | Comments closed
My Father Piped Songs of Pleasant Glee
As I read my dying father poems from Blake’s “Songs of Innocence,” I relived cherished memories.
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The Rising Floodwaters of Sadness
My father is dying. One of his last acts was to find an A. A. Milne passage about Sewanee’s incessant rain for the local newspaper.
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High Bouncing Lover, I Must Have You
Fitzgerald’s epigraph to “Great Gatsby” challenges us to live life to the fullest.
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On Loving and Letting Go
Mary Oliver’s “In Blackwater Woods” instructs us in how to live and how to die.
Upon the Anniversary of My Son’s Death
Remembering my son’s death brings to mind a beautiful elegy by John Dryden.
Brothers Bonding over a Father’s Illness
Baldwin’s “Sonny’s Blues,” about two brothers learning to bond, captures some of the bonding I am doing with my second brother over our father’s illness.