The deathgod smiled. “Catch your breath quickly now, while you may,” he stated. “Breath is the least appreciated gift of the gods. None sing hymns to it, praising the good air, breathed by king and beggar, master and dog alike. But, oh to be without it! Appreciate each breath,…
From Lord of Light.
During the week my mother was dying I often told her “Breathe deep” because her breathing was shallow. And she did, with a smile. I told her that for the first time in my life I was able to give her orders. Her smile got brighter.
When some one tries to bury you with a tale of woe the proper response is “Are you still breathing?”
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4 responses to “Breathing”
Indeed.
Both my parents died of inability to breath – my mother, who never smoked, but bought into the “sterile environment” meme and insisted on scrubbing everything inside with chlorine (and no fresh air), died of lung cancer.
My father, who did smoke (booted outside most of his life to do so), died of COPD and heart problems…and a lack of will to live after my mother died.
So, “are you still breathing?” hits hard here.
breathe… sigh
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