I lost my Mom 10+ years ago to lung cancer, though she never smoked a day in her life. Thanks, Dad, a former 3+ pack a day smoker who is still alive at 91 and who I now care for. It’s just not fair sometimes.
Thank you for sharing this. And yes, as I speak to friends and (not so close) friends about this death I am living with now, I find so many stories of the way in which we can see there is no meaning in these kind of human experiences.
In some way, despite it being hard, it does allow me to feel less responsible for everything that happens. There is kindness in that pain - when we are able to say - this happened, it is SH*T, but it is just part of the nature of experience. I did not bring this into being.
It reminds me of those relative absolute truths - there is always a sliver of an opposite truth in any interpretation. There is always yin within yang. and that, is ok.
I lost my Mom 10+ years ago to lung cancer, though she never smoked a day in her life. Thanks, Dad, a former 3+ pack a day smoker who is still alive at 91 and who I now care for. It’s just not fair sometimes.
Thank you for sharing this. And yes, as I speak to friends and (not so close) friends about this death I am living with now, I find so many stories of the way in which we can see there is no meaning in these kind of human experiences.
In some way, despite it being hard, it does allow me to feel less responsible for everything that happens. There is kindness in that pain - when we are able to say - this happened, it is SH*T, but it is just part of the nature of experience. I did not bring this into being.
It reminds me of those relative absolute truths - there is always a sliver of an opposite truth in any interpretation. There is always yin within yang. and that, is ok.