RIP Grover

Hi Suzanne,

I was very sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing. I used to love reading his posts and I will always remember him for his prayer pants. I also remember how he and Cindy had chemo on the same days and became great friends. I always had such hope for him since he was able to have a resection and seemed to do so well. I read his blog faithfully, but became worried when he suddenly stopped posting. Sadly, my daughter, Lauren, also passed away June 9th from this cancer. I know Lauren, Cindy, and your Dad are having a great time in heaven. God bless you.

Love,
-Pam

Suzanne,

I am so very sorry to hear about your your dad. The name Grover is one I always remember from this site. Please accept my sincere condolences.

Hugs,
-Randi-

Dearest Suzanne, I am so sorry about your Dad, Jerry/Grover. We all loved him so much. I so agree with you about the mind and dying, he knew, he just knew. And if you are a Believer you know he really has never left. I like to say he is in the next room. My heartfelt prayers and love are going out to your family. How wonderful that he got to spend these last months with family and friends. Many happy Memories will now be in your mind.

From a book of blessings called “Benedictus” by John O’Donohue – Irish Poet & Philosopher
When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you becomes fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence
Your heart has grown heavy with loss.
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.
There are days when you wake up happy;
Again inside the fullness of life,
Until the moment breaks
And you are thrown back
Onto the black tide of loss.
Days when you have your heart back,
You are able to function well
Until in the middle of work or encounter,
Suddenly with no warning,
You are ambushed by grief.
More than you, it knows its way
And will find the right time
To pull and pull the rope of grief
Until that coiled hill of tears
Has reduced to its last drop.
Gradually, you will learn acquaintance
With the invisible form of your departed;
And when the work of grief is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.

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