A very beautiful, wonderful woman I know recently decided to give up her fight with cancer. She refused further treatment. It took me back to when my father did the same thing. Soon afterwards, he began reliving his past, which included a rooster. My mother told me suddenly one day he began chasing a rooster. He was running all around the house trying to catch it. Back when my brother was young, a rooster was chasing him. My father began chasing the rooster.
I think about the day my father actually died. It was a relief. Sitting and watching him suffer was very traumatic. I just wanted his pain to end. When he finally died, his suffering ended. That, itself, made me happy.
Today, I spent with a very, very close friend. Alot of personal "things" have happened in my life lately. Alot of suffering with people I love and cherish. I think about why other people choose to make others suffer and in pain, coming to the conclusion, it is because they are suffering and in pain.
Yes, I love. I choose love. Love heals.
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