I am having a wonderful visit in England with my UK grandchildren and kids. The house is filled with the patter of little feet and shrieks of laughter and despair. Toys lie scattered on the floor and little arms and legs curl around their Oumie. It is a happy home, and I am fresh meat…
“Oumie, please can we jump on the trampoline?”
I have spent two days jumping on a trampoline…Thank God it rained today!!!
I have been consumed with the feeling of “life” in the household. Life, joy, movement…easy laughter and sibling rivalry. Everything that poor Vic never really experienced.
How desperately she wanted to live. How desperately she craved a normal life. How desperately she craved to LIVE! How desperately we wanted her to live.
We never have enough time. We always want more. Vic wanted more time. On the 24th of September, last year, when the Hospice doctor came in for Vic’s evaluation, Vic said “I thought I had more time…” https://tersiaburger.com/2012/09/24/mommy-i-thought-i-had-more-time/
Six days before her death she cried and said she wanted to live. “If only I could live for another year…”
“How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. I’d like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time.” –Ernest Hemingway.
I am wordless.
I know that I am still numb.
I am sad.
I am happy.
I am alive.
I wish I wasn’t…
I don’t want to ever leave my loved ones – as my child did not want to…..
Life is so unfair!!!!
Vic's Final Journey 