Thank you. I deal mostly in livestock life and death. But most people have little contact with death until they lose a loved one. I feel a lot of the suffering is a lack of real connection with the beautiful world. People living in an urban area who choose not to smoke or drink are still poisoned by pfas and micro plastics, simply by buying food in the grocery store.
I have personally been grateful to the medical community when fixing my boys broken wrist. Health care workers are wonderful people. But just like farmers, doing a critical job for society without adequate support or compensation. Systems are broken, but people are resilient.
Powerful words, thanks again for your precious gift.
Well stated in all respects. I think you mean though, the astonishingly unwise choices people seem much inclined to make are those that, in the aggregate, serve to shorten our lives.
It is 2025 now, not 1025. There is not plausible excuse for the extreme ignorance that most display about healthful life choices. Those who smoke, drink, take drugs, drive drunk seem to have a death wish. One must wonder why?
Oh my God, thank you for this prayer, this silent cry of warning. I sit here weeping, still missing my husband who left three years ago. It didn't have to happen! It didn't...but perhaps it was just his time to go, and if not this way, then how? He died peacefully, surrounded by friends and family. He died of COVID. He finally chose to take the shot and leave on his own terms. I know the hospital staff talked to him often of the bleak life ahead of him, should he survive. I could only be there so much, and I couldn't undo all the damage they unknowingly inflicted. Yes, he made bad choices in the early years of his life. But he had become strong! He worked hard outdoors; he was robust and dynamic; his character was solid gold. Things were going well! We had a wonderful 30 years together and exciting retirement plans.
He could have been given life-saving medicines. Instead, he was marked for death by hospital administrators because he had not taken the vaccine: it made their statistics look better, you see (they wanted more people to die who hadn't gotten the vaccine...). I'm starting to understand I may grieve for the rest of my life. I want to plan a new life, new work, fruitful labor. I want to see my son get married and I want to hold my grandchildren. But this pain is relentless. So sometimes, the choices are not our own, but those of others. Maybe that's often what it is anyway, choices others make that afflict us without our knowledge or consent. Choices to make more product more cheaply, and all that entails in every area. Finding ways to make our product appeal to a larger and younger audience. Creating medications to be used in perpetuity, instead of healing, because there's more money to be made that way. So many products contain ingredients that have addictive qualities, so that once you are "hooked" you no longer have a choice.
Half of me knows I am here for a reason, and half of me wants so very much to join him...this poem expresses the pain and grief I experience daily. Thank you.
I am so sorry for your loss and grief and your husband’s suffering. The many actions of government mandated healthcare during C-19 was unconscionable. We clearly need reforms. I have found that suffering ends where meaning begins. I hope you find a renewed purpose.
Thanks for sharing, Mary Ann! Health is truly the bedrock of a society - and intimately tied to our relationships with work and with the environment. I had to clear everything in my calendar early last year to tend to a chronic health diagnosis. And the severe weather swing is sadly now making young kids, families, and essential providers like childcare teachers falling ill more and more often.
Thank you for this beautiful poem and your care for humanity.
Thank you. I deal mostly in livestock life and death. But most people have little contact with death until they lose a loved one. I feel a lot of the suffering is a lack of real connection with the beautiful world. People living in an urban area who choose not to smoke or drink are still poisoned by pfas and micro plastics, simply by buying food in the grocery store.
I have personally been grateful to the medical community when fixing my boys broken wrist. Health care workers are wonderful people. But just like farmers, doing a critical job for society without adequate support or compensation. Systems are broken, but people are resilient.
Powerful words, thanks again for your precious gift.
Thank you.
Well stated in all respects. I think you mean though, the astonishingly unwise choices people seem much inclined to make are those that, in the aggregate, serve to shorten our lives.
It is 2025 now, not 1025. There is not plausible excuse for the extreme ignorance that most display about healthful life choices. Those who smoke, drink, take drugs, drive drunk seem to have a death wish. One must wonder why?
Oh my God, thank you for this prayer, this silent cry of warning. I sit here weeping, still missing my husband who left three years ago. It didn't have to happen! It didn't...but perhaps it was just his time to go, and if not this way, then how? He died peacefully, surrounded by friends and family. He died of COVID. He finally chose to take the shot and leave on his own terms. I know the hospital staff talked to him often of the bleak life ahead of him, should he survive. I could only be there so much, and I couldn't undo all the damage they unknowingly inflicted. Yes, he made bad choices in the early years of his life. But he had become strong! He worked hard outdoors; he was robust and dynamic; his character was solid gold. Things were going well! We had a wonderful 30 years together and exciting retirement plans.
He could have been given life-saving medicines. Instead, he was marked for death by hospital administrators because he had not taken the vaccine: it made their statistics look better, you see (they wanted more people to die who hadn't gotten the vaccine...). I'm starting to understand I may grieve for the rest of my life. I want to plan a new life, new work, fruitful labor. I want to see my son get married and I want to hold my grandchildren. But this pain is relentless. So sometimes, the choices are not our own, but those of others. Maybe that's often what it is anyway, choices others make that afflict us without our knowledge or consent. Choices to make more product more cheaply, and all that entails in every area. Finding ways to make our product appeal to a larger and younger audience. Creating medications to be used in perpetuity, instead of healing, because there's more money to be made that way. So many products contain ingredients that have addictive qualities, so that once you are "hooked" you no longer have a choice.
Half of me knows I am here for a reason, and half of me wants so very much to join him...this poem expresses the pain and grief I experience daily. Thank you.
I am so sorry for your loss and grief and your husband’s suffering. The many actions of government mandated healthcare during C-19 was unconscionable. We clearly need reforms. I have found that suffering ends where meaning begins. I hope you find a renewed purpose.
Thanks for sharing, Mary Ann! Health is truly the bedrock of a society - and intimately tied to our relationships with work and with the environment. I had to clear everything in my calendar early last year to tend to a chronic health diagnosis. And the severe weather swing is sadly now making young kids, families, and essential providers like childcare teachers falling ill more and more often.