mol on 13/6/2006 at 17:37

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I will also sign up as an organ donor.

Gillie on 13/6/2006 at 18:35

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I was very saddened to hear of your lose.My thoughts are with you and your family.
I too am an organ Donor. It is just a little comfort in knowing he has helped others.

Vincent_21 on 14/6/2006 at 03:40

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Tears are a divine charity for us, who in this valley of desolation seek for an hope that lies, when death carries our dear affections to the fate of the righteous. The peregrination of pain then starts, a long sight at an infortunate future, in which soledade and nostalgia are the continuous nutrition of soul, whose exaltation ended at the terminus of a terrene love. But the link, apparently broken by a cruel nature, shall be stored again, stronger than ever, in celestial rapture, the mystic encounter of two souls, separated by a needed provation, but bounded forever by an unavoidable destiny. This certain, that shall keep faith alive, is the only relief a lover has.

Inebriated with grief, a martyr shall still hear a murmuration from above, an angelical hymn that stands as a yell of courage, for the innocents sacrified with no commiseration. During the agony of a vigil, where face is scorched with tears, the memories of a past existence will extinguish the strenght of the mortifying hand that crushes the bleeding heart, whose drops are the manifestation of its paroxyms. Devastated, with a blow given once in a lifetime, he resembles now a sterile field, where the fire of a probity, purging it from all imprudent deviations, layed the seed of perpetual devotion. Honoring the ashes is the last consagration required and a duty to the proscrit, who was exiled without the privilege of even a last contemplation....

Parker'sSire on 14/6/2006 at 04:18

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ditto... No more laziness.
I don't want to think that when my time comes, I just didn't bother. I've thought about it before, and kept putting it off.


Hewer, toot away... I'm taking it as a wake up call.

@Dia, you can think of so many people in this community deciding to become donors as another gift from Bart.

Dia on 14/6/2006 at 15:41

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Well, the memorial service is over (last night); the flowers are stored in the spare room so the cats don't eat them, the fridge is veritably bulging from all the food my neighbors and friends have most kindly provided for me and the cards of condolences are neatly stacked awaiting my responses of gratitude. I'm pretty much focusing minute by minute. The service was beautiful and I was amazed at how many people attended. I kept thinking though that Bart would have been at his cynical best since he disdained organized religion and probably would have gotten into a debate on theology with Reverend Wendy (Episcopal). That makes me chuckle because that was Bart. It was a comfort to those that loved him though, and I felt that it gave so many the sense of closure that they so desparately needed.

Strong? Me? I don't feel strong at all right now. I'm just sick of crying and feeling that terrible pain; nobody ever told me that grief was an actual physical sensation. It sucks. Bigtime. You know that 'inner child' you're supposed to have inside of you? Well, right now mine is running through the house in a panic; throwing open the doors and windows crying out for her beloved. Screaming to the heavens that this is NOT FAIR and that she doesn't like it; no not one bit! Ranting and raving, calling out his name and then yelling in anger that he had no right to do this to her and cursing him to hell and then taking it all back. Trying to bargain with God that she'll give up everything she owns if she could just feel his arms around her again, hear his voice, his breath on her cheek. No, I don't feel strong in the least right now. You must have me confused with someone else, bless your heart.

I wish it was really all over for me; that it was next year already. I don't think God allows shortcuts like that, though. This weekend I have to go back up to Neenah, Wisc. to retrieve Bart's ashes. I honestly don't know how that's going to affect me. I can't seem to think that far ahead right now. Bart died intestate and there's so much bullshit that I'm going to have to wade through. Thank God my sister is very good at that kind of stuff; I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. I had a thought last night that Bart is probably looking for a place to hide, where ever his soul may be, because he knows I am going to give him absolute hell when we meet again. No way that silver tongued devil is going to backpeddle his way out of this one. Am I blithering yet? Sorry.

On being an organ donor; yes, I am definitely opting for that now. I'm extremely glad to hear how many of my TTLG friends have made the same decision or are at least considering the option. I can't tell you how very comforting it's been knowing that my husband enabled others to live through his generosity. I'm really hoping the recipients agree to meet with me sometime down the road. I can't help but wonder if any of them are going to develop the urge to go to motorcycle races or to start painting abstracts with acrylic paint, or develop a horribly corny penchant for puns. ;)

I've also seen first hand how much extra pain has been caused by the fact that Bart did die intestate and have plans to have a living will drawn up as soon as I can. I strongly suggest that everyone plan for the future so that they don't leave their loved ones floundering financially. Death of a loved one is hard enough; realizing that there was no life insurance or some type of fund set aside in the event of that person's death just intensifies the pain and adds to the feeling of panic and confusion. I know everything will work out; I'm not (we weren't) destitute. But it's going to be a long hard road.

I will keep thanking all of you for your words of comfort, encouragement and support. I hope you don't get sick of hearing it. Thanks.