I like this song; it sums up my thoughts so well 👍
With every passing day, I feel "it" creeping up on me.
With every asthmatic episode, I feel "it" trying to claim me.
With every angina squeeze, I feel "it" hovering … and I wonder if someday I'll dismiss an actual heart attack, because an angina squeeze feels like a heart attack: angina backs down and settles down - a heart attack doesn't, it will just stop you cold. Dead cold.
I carry my DNR Papers with me at all times - and burial arrangements were made in the winter of 2018; Holland will honor all my directives.
Living with in the shadow of the Grim Reaper is weird: my poor husband!
And I'm not off the emotional hook either, in regards to Holland's COPD issues. He doesn't have - or carry - a DNR; and I will honor his medical requests as well as his "resting place" wish. But he needs to make that known to his family members also, so I do not end up in the same situation with his siblings … as I did with Bob's mother, siblings, & extended relatives when it came to the Grim Reaper's collection, and the laying to rest of remains.
Our bodies are just clay vessels: the treasure is the spirit that will someday find release to return Home ❤️, beyond the clouds.
All My Tears - 'Jars of Clay' lyrics:
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ic0Xx8hHvs&list=RD-ic0Xx8hHvs&start_radio=1)
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