By Warren Zevon Don’t let us get sick Don’t let us get old Don’t let us get stupid, all right? Just make us be brave And make us play nice And let us be together tonight The sky was on fire When I walked to the mill To take up the slack in the line
Memorial Ceremony – June 14, 2009 This is an extremely informal set of small ceremonies. We are planning to have music (provided by Mr. Anthony Lee). Dress any way you please – I recommend comfortable hiking clothes. Bring at least one bottle of water and a hat to keep the sun off. If you come
Thursday morning, May 14th. Marilyn’s breathing became more and more labored through the day with increasing congestion. Her color changed. Her muscles became slack. It was clear her spirit was ranging widely. Friends heard her speaking to them clearly while they were elsewhere – they believe she was callling them to her side. Looking at
Marilyn declined very, very rapidly. Two days after the diagnosis (Wed) she was bedridden and had lost contact with the world. The Hospice care staff was there round the clock and she felt -no- pain, of that I am sure.
It’s tuesday the 12th, 3:37pm. Marilyn is slowly but surely losing her memory. She cannot recall things that happened ten minutes ago. She has developed tremors and twitches – the onset of seizures. She has no pain and is in good spirits. She speaks joyfully of ‘going to God’ I’m exhausted and awaiting hospice and
My beloved has been diagnosed with untreatable cancer. She has a very short time to live. I’m going to share this with the world so that others in the same situation will know they are not alone and also to give her a chance to say some things to the universe that need saying. It