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“It’s Not a Sad Time”">“It’s Not a Sad Time”
By Nick Hodge | November 21, 2008
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grief
“It’s Not a Sad Time” was one of my Nana’s last wise phrases whispered to my Mum. Said more for those around her than herself, it is a canny reflection that behind the synthetic opiods her mind was active.
It is a phrase that I am pondering; as the funeral was a celebration of her achievements. I only realised how she treated everyone as special. From Dr Agarwal her final Doctor; Dean Martin one of her Aboriginal students from the mid 1970’s; to the staff at the Lutheran Homes in Glynde.
It takes a character larger than life to constantly impact the lives of so many other for 95 years.
I hold a deep and lasting respect for those in my family that dealt unselfishly with this stressful part of life. Palliative care, and the very tough decisions that are made go to the heart of why we are alive: to keep living.
In the end, remember: that who we love, and who loves us is all that matters.
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