Hello Tony: The poet, Dylan Thomas, put it much better than I ever could:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I read that poem to my youngest son when the doctors sent him home to die and I saw in his eyes the comfort that it gave him.
Now, ten years later, he is in recovery and has recovered. I had lunch with him today. He has found and embraced his HIGHER POWER and gives all glory to the GOD who made him and who made us all.
There is a lot of LOVE for you here on this forum and prayers are being offered and I am sure ARE BEING HEARD! Happy New Year to you and your family and many more to come.
George
