tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post6104298096664333637..comments2024-03-24T23:13:15.572-07:00Comments on Mind Deep: A Lesson in Living, From the DyingMarguerite Manteau-Raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-33838099782649104882013-04-14T22:45:05.215-07:002013-04-14T22:45:05.215-07:00Thank you both, for sharing your journey, and for ...Thank you both, for sharing your journey, and for relating to mine. John, I can relate to "he knew that he should have known me". This is how my mother looked at me the last day I saw her. How dependent we are on our concept making ability to lend solidity to our relationships . . . When that is taken away, all is left is this moment, and two living, feeling beings responding to each other. No baggage, no name. Free to live each moment as a truly new moment. Marguerite Manteau-Raohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956537059369707663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-81425151457835167492013-04-12T17:58:01.903-07:002013-04-12T17:58:01.903-07:00"Tugging at my throat": spot on and what..."Tugging at my throat": spot on and what I'm feeling right now. I lost my father about a year ago, and until the end he knew me, or at least he knew that he should have known me. Each time I visited him he reached out to me as if I might save him from drowning. Thanks for writing down what's happening with you and your mother. I don't know you, but please know that your journey matters to me. I just got into blogging and will be following. Peace, John Coleman (anapperscompanion.com)John Colemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07289921391726482136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166459572149699816.post-28280469242918895682013-04-09T09:55:50.278-07:002013-04-09T09:55:50.278-07:00Marguerite, you are an inspiration to me and I so ...Marguerite, you are an inspiration to me and I so appreciate your willingness to share your thoughts and lessons learned. I have been where you are now with my own mom and am sending you loving energy and light. You are a gift to your mom and to all of us. Thank you for all you do to open the conversation about death and the beauty that it can hold.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com