My mother is very ill, as determine, by my recent visit home. She is in her final hours, or maybe days, of life. She is physically strong, however, life for living is gone, but the spirit of life flicker, as a candle light. To express my thoughts, I want to quote a passage by Robert Terry Weston:
“No one entering this world can ever escape sadness. Each in his turn must bear his burdens, though he be rich or poor, and in his turn bid his loved ones farewell as they set out upon life’s ventures. Each one must suffer that sad farewell when loved ones embark on the last voyage, and each in turn must himself take that final journey into dark[ness]. But to those who make this’ life a pledge to light and spirit there comes the assurance of a victory that shall redeem life’s pain. Thought our spirit be, but, the feeble glow of a candle, there is no dark[ness] that it cannot pierce. For him who keeps the candle burning bravely to the end, death is not defeat for [the spirit of] light goes on.”
My mother is very ill, as determine, by my recent visit home. She is in her final hours, or maybe days, of life. She is physically strong, however, life for living is gone, but the spirit of life flicker, as a candle light. To express my thoughts, I want to quote a passage by Robert Terry Weston:
“No one entering this world can ever escape sadness. Each in his turn must bear his burdens, though he be rich or poor, and in his turn bid his loved ones farewell as they set out upon life’s ventures. Each one must suffer that sad farewell when loved ones embark on the last voyage, and each in turn must himself take that final journey into dark[ness]. But to those who make this’ life a pledge to light and spirit there comes the assurance of a victory that shall redeem life’s pain. Thought our spirit be, but, the feeble glow of a candle, there is no dark[ness] that it cannot pierce. For him who keeps the candle burning bravely to the end, death is not defeat for [the spirit of] light goes on.”
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