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Saying goodbye to a loved one...

3/26/2016

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by Gwendolyn M Plano
My father slips slowly into his eternal life. Hospice angels help him in his journey, while family and friends tearfully walk through the years of the life he once lived.

Death takes everything from us, except that which is most important. By his bedside, I realize that he is teaching still – about dignity, about loving one another. Though he is but a shadow of the man he once was, his whispers stretch deep within our hearts. He leaves us, but he doesn’t.

Days, weeks pass without much change. But while he sleeps, he helps all of us see the preciousness of the moment. Old grudges fade and new joys emerge as my brothers and sisters reunite through the lens of pain. Perhaps this is Dad's final gift...

The words of Canon Henry Scott-Holland provide hope and comfort, and echo what I believe: 

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we always enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before. 
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!


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Accept the Things I Cannot Change...

3/7/2016

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I am honored to introduce author Blaire Sharpe and her beautiful book Not Really Gone. Blaire holds masters degrees in Business and Mental Health Counseling, and specializes in working with adults suffering from mood disorders and survivors of domestic violence and sexual abuse. She is a busy professional, and yet, she finds time to serve on the Board of the Rave Reviews Book Club, where the two of us met. Blaire's true loves, however, live with her in the greater Detroit area -- her husband, three children, and two dogs.

Please join with me in welcoming Blaire....

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       In my grandma’s home where I grew up was a framed, needlepoint canvas of the Serenity Prayer…God, Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference...hanging prominently above the sofa in our living room.  It was as invisible to me as the air I breathed, taking its constant presence for granted, oblivious to its significance. Not so for my grandma. The artwork was thoughtfully sewn by her sister who knew the special meaning these words held for Grandma. Its position in our living room was carefully selected by Grandma so that she could gaze upon it daily and ponder their meaning.

       Grandma lived by those words. She embodied them. Grandma did not dwell in the negatives. She was a woman of action. She lived in the moment and thought in the future. Grandma viewed the world through the lens of realism – she saw life clearly, for what it was, and acted accordingly. This was second nature to her, deep breaths being taken in the pause between situation and solution.

       As a child, I would run to Grandma when something didn’t go my way. I didn’t get the teacher I hoped for. I lost a favorite toy. The boy I had a crush on just professed his love for someone else. Grandma remained steady. She’d take a deep breath and say some version of these words: ‘It wasn’t meant to be/It happened for a reason/Something better will come along/It will all work out.’ I hated these words. I wanted her to commiserate with me, to confirm the universe’s plot to destroy my life. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t. Instead, she’d move me forward to the next thought, or task, or plan. As I grew into adulthood, the disappointments became larger, but Grandma’s response remained the same. She was steadfast in her silent refusal to join me as I swirled in my pot of self pity. I became more vocal in my annoyance at her solution-oriented thinking and her insistence that ‘everything would work out the way it was meant to’.

       In retrospect, it is most remarkable that Grandma never used the word “acceptance”….instead, she modeled acceptance. She had learned, and ultimately knew in her core, that acceptance was the answer to her problems. Grandma understood that acceptance didn’t mean giving up or giving in—it means accepting the facts of a situation and then deciding what to do about it. This seemingly simple concept is monumental in both its significance and its achievement. Recovering addicts, spiritual seekers, therapy devotees and countless others struggle endlessly to achieve the peace available on the other side of the attainment of an attitude of acceptance. I was given the invaluable gift of witnessing the living embodiment of acceptance in my grandma.

       Despite my stubborn efforts to the contrary, Grandma’s philosophy of acceptance slowly seeped into my being.  For years I grudgingly and deliberately applied its principles to trivial circumstances. Over time, I noticed that my practiced efforts became more automatic, so I moved onto tackling larger issues. In the process, a most extraordinary thing happened—I noticed that I was less angry and resentful. My energy was decreasingly spent on ruminating about my problems and instead was focused on seeking and implementing solutions.  A friend I’ve known for a decade and with whom I have shared many intimate conversations about parenting, marriage, and life struggles, recently asked me this question: “You seem like you’re always happy. Is that real? Are you happy?” I explained that ‘happy’ is not the word I would use to describe my experience. My life has been challenging, even tragic at times. However, I have learned to accept each day, whatever it may bring, and to proceed accordingly. Because of that, I feel at peace with my life and with my choices. For that I am ever grateful. Thank you Grandma.


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"Sharpe's attention to detail and narrative flow are engaging...While Sharpe's aim is to honor her grandmother, what she shares most compellingly is herself."  

-Forward Reviews


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Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. ―Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning


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