NL, I am so very sad to hear this. GJ’s profound and reverent love for you was forever apparent and inspiring, and I am so very glad you shared your lives together. I hope knowledge of all you clearly were to him brings you a bit of peace and comfort.
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Dear NL,
Thank you for the information.
I have ready many of GJ's posts over a number of years on this forum. His intelligence, great writing, courage and helpfulness was inspiring. He helped me specifically in how to manage recurring UTIs, for example by having a bunch of culture orders on hand.
Although he rarely addressed it explicitly, it was clear that the bond between you and him transcended the challenges of SCI.
My condolences.
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Very,very sad. His posts reflected years of hard knocks experience and were chock full of useful info. One valuable lesson that I bet he would like us to remember: Have your medical directive in place and make sure all your loved ones know your wishes. RIP.
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I'm reading this with disbelief. my heart is so saddened in reading this. I must have re-read your post a dozen times.....shaking my head vehemently no, probably not unlike GL in his communications described. you guys were, and remain a testament of love and dedication. truly an inspiration..
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Thanks all for you kind words about GJ and messages of condolences. He worked hard to be an effective contributing member of Care Cure Community.
A favorite elegy appears below. While Auden wrote it sort of tongue in cheek for a play, we took it more seriously. It is read well by John Hannah in Four Weddings and a Funeral.
Rest well, in peace and without pain, my love.
NL
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
---------------------------------------------W. H. Auden
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Oh, NL. Auden's words strike to the core. Thank you for coming back here and sharing that elegy. I can't even imagine what you are going through. The words "God bless you" are so freighted with politics and tainted by cynicism these days, but if there is a force beyond the petty one that seems to rule this world, I call upon It, Him, Her, to bless you.MS with cervical and thoracic cord lesions
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