"a dying man needs to die,
as a sleepy man needs to sleep,
and there comes a time
when it is wrong,
as well as useless,
i have been quiet this past week. will most likely continue to be so for a few more days. it has been difficult for me to sit and stitch or to contemplate words to share. my favorite resident at the cottage fell gravely ill last week and the prognosis is ominous. three days ago she was placed on comfort care, which means medical treatment has been withdrawn and efforts are made to keep her as comfortable as possible as she enters the process of dying. it is always difficult when these dearly loved elders enter this process. it is especially so with this one...