Linda’s mother passed away and I was thinking of John Donne’s poem “Death Be Not proud”. Soon the following was flowing from me. It expresses, in part, what the family has been experiencing.
Death came not with one fell stroke
We lost her bit by bit
Life force nibbled by a legion of lazy piranha
Until finally she slipped from our presence into His.
We lost her bit by bit.
Death crept glacially we hardly noticed her going
How do we mourn the thousands of indignities slowly slipping brings?
Death has done its final worst but we do not mourn but sigh “Relief!”
We lost her bit by bit, but she’s now whole.
She had a life before the ignominious slow slide
She has life again beyond all ignominy
It is we who now need wholeness
We who both feel and don’t feel the loss
Or thousand losses
For we lost her bit by bit.