Good Morning God,
This photo is of Kit on August 11, 2024. We are flying back to Tucson from a weekend in Costsa Mesa to attend the Celebration of Life for our dear sister in law — Barba Nurse. We had just moved to Tucson in Mid July and I wasn’t at all certain we could make the Celebraton.
I picked this photo of Kit because being in Hospice with my wonderful Kit, feels a bit like being “in flight”. We are on the plane and our destination is labeled — if not truly understood. But, how long is the flight to be? And what will the “landing” be like? These are not known.
The marvel of this hospice / flight is that Kit has no named illness — no pain — and no fear. And this seems miraculous to me. But, puzzling. Aren’t people supposed to die of something? But that invokes a false sense of causality. The Chinese healer who once helped my mom said it best: All Dry Up!
Even being “all dry up” Kit is still a marvelous healer. When we were in the hospital they said he had fluid in his lungs and they said he needed oxygen. But after a few weeks at home he didn’t need the oxygen and a few weeks later the nurse said his lungs sounded fine. Then there was a period when he was afraid of “falling out of bed”. But mixing the contents of 3 glycine pills, 3 inositol and one taurine in a pint of water and giving it to him daily has so far banished the fear.
As for his heart? Kit was offered surgery twice — for two different problems — and refused it. But, all the tests in the hospital found nothing wrong with his heart. Indeed, his emotional heart is amazing! Kit is managing to always be kind, loving and appreciative through all of this. I marvel at him. I did not think it possible to admire him more or love him more. But I am.
I just reread a poem from long ago — The One Hoss Shay — about a horse drawn carriage so carefully made that there was no “weakest part” — so that when it reached its end, it just all collapsed at the same time. That One Hoss Shay seems to be very much like my Kit. Still, nothing lasts forever. That is a fact I am nose to nose with now.
Still my Lovey Bear and I fly along . . . not so high and not so clear . . . but still thankful and happy to be together.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
This is just beautiful, Margie.
i’m all collapsing at the same time missing you