Our next door neighbour confides that he has two weeks to a month to a live.
“You’ll be seeing lots of my daughter around,” he says with his customary big grin.
I take his frail hand in mine and offer condolences.
“I’m not afraid of dying; it’s what happens leading up to that moment that I fear.”
I nod. My mother says the same thing.
News comes that another friend of ours is within hours of death.
Whatever fear I might have for my own health is put aside with concerns for those whose needs are greater. Compassion is called for.
I know from past experience how powerful compassion can be – no words or wisdom needed – just a firm, kind presence.
This week’s focus on compassion has been heart-warming, and serves as a reminder that above all else, we are, at our core, caring beings.
Thank you to all who participated. Please visit the posts and read the quality thoughts expressed:
Stuff and what if… Self-Compassion
Proscenium Stuck Inside a Cloud
parallax We Will
Poetry For Healing Compassion
Reflections of An Untidy Mind I Am, You Are, We Are Australian – Or At Least We Could Be
one letter UP Compassion
Willow’s Poetry A Moment’s Pause
EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO About Compassion
Sgeoil A Compassionate World
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See you tomorrow for a new, and totally different, challenge.