ksavino@BUCKEYE-EXPRESS.COM on sat 25 aug 12
I just spent some time with Edith, whose bed at hospice has been surrounded=
by people since early this morning: potters, relatives, friends, people fr=
om the arts community, guild members, former students.
She has always been diminutive, but she seems even smaller now, like a litt=
le bird in a pillowy nest. Morphine has made her a little dreamy and drifty=
, but anytime the words "we should let you rest" were spoken she protested =
that she was loving the company, the conversations and the attention. She's=
sharing stories, listening to stories, asking us to make a guest book for =
her many visitors.
I told her that people were sending their love in a thread on my facebook p=
age and she wanted specifics -- so her friend Doug (who has been at her bed=
side all day) said that he would pull up facebook on his iphone and read he=
r any comment made about her on facebook.
I asked if she had words of wisdom to share with the people talking about =
her on line right now... for potters, she said, "Really LOOK at pots. Handl=
e pots". (and with a twinkle) -- "Feel bottoms." Also: "Practice, practice=
, practice. If it's hard, keep trying. Love your clay."
And wisdom she offers everyone is the words she wrote on her pots: "Live, l=
ove, laugh, learn."
So I'm inviting those of you on facebook to drop by my page and send Edith =
a kind word, a fond memory, a thank you for her friendship or guidance. Rem=
ind her who you are and how she knows you.
Please do it soon, if you want to do it. Don't wait. ('nuff said?)
Yours
Kelly in Ohio... thinking hospice is a marvelous place, a gentle place, a d=
ifferent kind of midwifing at the other end of life.
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