Choosing Life . . .

There’s a great testimony, Perhaps Death Is Proud; More Reason to Savor Life in today’s New York Times, written by a local nurse, Theresa Brown, after the death of her first terminal patient. Her testimony says everything that needs to be said. I’ll just add an ode by Tennyson, as tribute to her reflections.

Crossing The Bar
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.


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