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I Wonder About God, At Times

  • Posted on May 23, 2011 at 8:40 pm

Sitting, listening to Mom’s laboured breathing, watching her stare off, as if lost in space at times, I wonder about GOD.  Don’t get me wrong, I believe in GOD, and in Heaven, but I still question some of the decisions, he’s made.

I dont understand why he put us here, to let us live and enjoy the world around us. I know a lot of the bad things, just happen. It is life.  Yet, being born, then dying, are things HE has set. It is the chain, but yet, how can anyone who is acclaimed as the Father, allow his children to suffer, in that final moment of life.

Shouldn’t the end be less painful, than it is?  Why is there that final agony, for all to witness, to see? Is it some power trip, or some final way of cleansing?  It just doesn’t make sense to me, as to why someone should live to be 94, and have her remaining days filled with pain, with agony.

I watched Dad suffer, saw him twist and turn in his final hours, until the morphine took over. I saw the pain etched on his face, as he suffered, and there wasn’t a nicer man you could meet. No matter how little we had, he still would share what we had, with those who needed it. He went out of his way to not hurt anyone, yet his final days were spent in pure agony.

And now Mom is starting to have contant pain, constant agony, as her body begins to break down, even more. Her walking is filled with pain, with each step she takes. Her face gets constricted by the sharp pain that jolts her frail body, yet she keeps plodding on. She won’t give in, and yet through her whole life, she gave of herself to whoever asked.

Why does she have to suffer like this? What good does it do GOD to see her this way, to feel her agony, in just getting up. What grand purpose can it serve?

Maybe it is selfish of me, to not want her to suffer. Makes me less adamant about assisted suicide, for those who truly are in utter agony, with no hope of relief. It makes sense, but why does GOD even allow it to happen?   Oh I know all about Free Will, but then if we have the right to choose, why then is suicide such a SIN, in virtually every religion?   Is it not one’s choice, to suffer or not? Why should we not be able to choose otherwise, if we can?

There is so much we don’t understand, but when my time comes, I sure as hell will have a lot of questions for him.

Maybe some will look on this, and call me a heretic, or unbeliever, but in truth, I was taught, to question everything, including HIM. I think in some ways, maybe he too, is still learning, as we are. Just that his learning curve is beyond our comprehension. I don’t know, I wish I did.

Maybe if I did understand, I could help Mom more, in her final time here. Maybe then, I could not feel so helpless, so useless. I don’t know, but damn, I wish I had even a hint.

I Don’t Want To Go Through This

  • Posted on December 3, 2009 at 11:51 pm

We watched a movie tonight, like most every nights, and this wasn’t the kind of movie I expected. It was a tear jerker, called “Marley and Me”.   It was good, too damn good as it had me balling like a baby.  Also, the memories it brought back, were & are, painful.

I’ve had to put two dogs down in my life, and the last one was a real kicker. Hell both were, but the scene in the movie, where he is doing that, brought that scene back, one that still haunts me. I hate it, but worse, it also brought back the memory of Dad passing away in the Hospital.

How Dad’s eyes looked at me, trying to tell me, to remind me to take care of Mom, of David. It was hard to see, and how he looked. I can see it now, as I type this and the tears are still flowing. You know, whoever said grown men don’t cry is full of shit.

Sad movies are not good, though the memories are always there. These kind of shows, just bring them forward, and it’s strange, how it just, well overwhelms you. I don’t know how I can go through this again, and yet I know I will.   I have a dog, and she’s a real pain, just like Marley, and yet, it is true. She loves us with her heart, every single day, and yet that isn’t what has me in tears. It is the look on Mom’s face, how she kept watching it, remembering Dad, and then too, thinking of when it comes to be her time.

She may becoming more ornery at times, more demanding, and yet, she isn’t. I can’t explain it, but it is like she is fighting the ravages of ninety two years, of the hard life she led. It hasn’t been easy, still isn’t, and if anything is a bit harder now. Things are costly, and I try, but how far can I stretch a buck? And yet I do, and I know, it is going to keep on being this way, as she is not going to get all that better.

Mom may have years left, and despite all that is going on, I still hope for that, and more. I just don’t know, how I can go through it again, seeing the eyes staring, wondering, what she might be saying or thinking, as the life passes into history.

I just don’t know anymore, how I’ll cope, how she will handle it. I don’t understand GOD, on how he can have engineered such a thing as us, and then to have us go through all this. I Love GOD, but at times he makes me so angry, makes me feel so helpless.  I see the pain, and I have to wonder, why?

This is indeed much harder than I ever thought.

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