Hallo old friend,

Or is this goodbye?

You’ve fought so valiantly for so long, but the experts agree this could be one battle too many for your poor tired body.

Of course, experts have been wrong before. Miracles have happened. You’re the living proof of that… so far.

Those closest who’ve shared precious time with you say they’ve never seen your spirit so low. You must be SO tired.

It sounds like one part of you wants to once more rise up and fight the good fight; spit in the eye of anything that dares get in the way of you living Life to its fullest, extracting every last drop of loving and laughing to be found in the world around you.

So it has always been. This is the way you have lived your days, when the going was tougher than any should have to expect.

But I hear your voice in my heart, dear one, and though I don’t want to accept your words, I understand. This is one mountain too high, one ocean too deep, one more journey than your poor body can bear, with the terrible burden of your disease rising up everywhere this time.

A poetic soul suggested we not go quietly into that good night; that we should burn and rave and rage against the closing of our day. I’m sure this is true for some, dear one. But not you. Not this time. You’ve been there, done all that. Especially when you had to accept the terrible genetic factors dictating your path; the one you could no more control than you could change despite your heroic efforts.

Those who love you suffer too, imagining being without you. It’s so hard to let go… too hard for some whose hearts are breaking.

Life will teach them the lessons learned by other mourners. Those others who have suffered the worst losses before, now able to accept the moment has arrived when all choices are history. Those others who have found a way through their grieving to celebrate memories of a wonderful life [and you would be the first to say a much longer life than ever expected].

Time has come to say goodbye… but only for a while. I believe we have a date over the Rainbow Bridge, for starters. And then…?

We’ll see, dear one. We’ll just wait and see.

Until then, with the greatest love and thanks for being my friend…… I whisper goodbye, God speed.


OMP Admin Note:  Christine Larsen is a writer, farmer, wife, mother, and grandmother from Australia. She has never been homeless or had significant cancer – yet – but has had exposure to both – creating a great sense of empathy and desire to help in any way she can. She is humbled by the opportunity to give one of her stories to the sincerely worthwhile causes of Cancer research and Homelessness.


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2 thoughts on “At the Closing of the Day ~~ by Christine Larsen

  1. This is beautiful. It’s moving to the core. It’s goodbye to a loving pet I’m guessing? Honestly, feel the love and anguish here.

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