Wednesday, October 13, 2004

How Fitting.

I got this quote in an email this morning. I thought it was especially fitting. This fits Betty to a T.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather with the intention of skidding in sideways, Champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOOHOO - what a ride!"


The Buzz:

At 3:08 PM, Blogger Iona declared...

Wow, couldn't agree more. It's like a mix of 'Carpe Diem', 'Live life to the Max' and the comment of Henry David Thoreau (whoever that may be)..'How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.'
Thanks for sharing!

 
At 4:30 PM, Blogger Cuppa declared...

So sorry to hear of your loss today. It hurts the heart doesn't it?
I love the quote you posted and it made me think of this Mary Oliver poem (When Death Comes) so I thought I would send it to you.

Sounds like Betty didn't just visit this world, but lived in it and enjoyed every part of it.

When Death Comes
"When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world."
Mary Oliver

 
At 11:29 PM, Blogger Dale declared...

Love that poem. Very nice. Sorry about your loss, Shauna.

 
At 12:59 AM, Blogger Kristin declared...

Hi Butterfly,

This post touched me. I used to volunteer as a candystriper in the late 80's and loved the characters I met. I will never forget Florence, who waggled her fingers in excitement everytime she saw me, thinking I was her long lost daughter. I will never forget Jonas, who taught me about World War II.

Beautiful poem. Thanks for taking me back.

 

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