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My husband, Chet, died this morning, May 14.
So, the final tether was severed, and his soul was free to go home.
Thank all of you for all of your prayers, love, and support during this period.
Here is one of my favorite poems about dying,
Crossing the Bar by 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 know I'll see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Hugs ~~ Aunt Bobby
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A Recipe from the Sahara
How to Cook a Camel (makes 500 generous servings)
1. Make lots of cornbread stuffing.
2. Skin and gut 12 turkeys and stuff them with the cornbread stuffing.
3. Skin and gut 6 pigs and stuff each with 3 stuffed turkeys, adding more cornbread stuffing as needed to fill.
4. Skin and gut 2 cows and stuff them with 3 pigs apiece, adding more cornbread stuffing as need to fill.
5. Skin and gut the camel and stuff it with the cows, adding more cornbread stuffing as needed to fill.
6. Roast in a very large oven, basting often with goat milk butter, at 177 degrees Celcius.
THAT'S IT! You're done.
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It seems to me that my husband is like a mighty ocean liner that has been tethered to the shore by many ropes -- some weak, some strong, but all holding the ocean liner close to the shore.
Now, it seems, the ropes are breaking or being released, one by one. Only a few remain. Soon, I think, those too will break or be released, and the ocean liner will be free to sail out across the ocean -- to a port unknown to us. But it is the home port for the ocean liner.