tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143742537514581543.post1600373885057260536..comments2024-03-25T13:29:43.845-07:00Comments on A Year's Risings with Mary Oliver: Ice - January 31, 2010LoraKim Joynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305359695072392847noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143742537514581543.post-41738386884697058772010-01-31T19:41:23.950-08:002010-01-31T19:41:23.950-08:00I muddled around until I think I now can add a com...I muddled around until I think I now can add a comment. I, too, feel connected to someone or family when working along side of them. My mother cleared out many of my father's things that I would have liked to save. I can understand that to her it was just one more tool she didn't need. To me it was the memory of the wonder as my father taught me to use the tool and craft things from wood in quiet moments together. I can remember without the tool, but it would be nice to feel it again in my hands.<br />For my last year of life I would like to emulate Joanne Parsons. I'd like to enjoy life and friends until the end. I'd like to give dialysis or other treatment a try, but when it took too much time and didn't improve my comfort, stop the procedureand welcome death at a time of my choosing.sally youngsnoreply@blogger.com