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My experience over the last four weeks

echoes many of the points of discussion .

I visit an elderly people’s ward infused with death .

Inhabited by the now less than human because

they cannot articulate their needs .

I go to be the voice of a man who is the father of

my children .

On the bus trip home I pass a pub called the Valentin where I had a meal with some one I

loved dearly .

He has been dead for 23 years yet over the

last bit of time I feel him near .

In a tiny box I have a lock of his hair.

I ride 2 buses home with the dirty cloths last night I got in and there was a pair of trousers

covered in shit .

They send this out of hospital SHIT

I meet many people at the bus stop

Mothers who must leave one baby twin

who is gravely ill to take his twin sister

and other two Children home .

I told her I would ask for prayers to be offered

for her baby and her face lit up.

Because I believe that it is our compassion

our ability to reach out to one another when

everything seems gone that defines us.

What is this where a mother weighed down

by her own pain can still have a moment of

concern for me.

I choose to honour life .

I believe if we could all try to do this

we could greatly reduce suffering .

Death is Life.

It’s our one certainty .

It is life we honour

Many times as a child I attended open casket

funerals every one gathered in the front room

eating raising a glass .

We did not fear death we embraced it .

I was so happy to listen to this podcast this morning .

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