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The above was written by Henry Scott Holland who lived from 27 January 1847 to 17 March 1918. He was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford
I’ve read that quote often and it brings me hope – as well as the one below, also from Holland:
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says ” there, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says “There, she is gone.” There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
It was six years ago today that I learned that Dearest (Alice) had died.
These six years have been a challenge with me missing my best friend, and the challenges of the site she left behind.
Everywhere in my home, there are gifts and letters/cards she sent, emails I printed out, reminders all over. I’ll see something on TV and think that Alice and I will have a laugh over that – then I remember all over again.
I miss you so much, Alice! 😦
The above was written by Henry Scott Holland who lived from 27 January 1847 to 17 March 1918. He was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford
I’ve read that quote often and it brings me hope – as well as the one below, also from Holland:
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says ” there, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says “There, she is gone.” There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
It was two years ago today that I learned that Dearest (Alice) had died.
These two years have been a challenge with me missing my best friend, and the challenges of the site she left behind. I’m trying my best to keep the boards going but just a couple days ago, I got an incredibly mean and hurtful email from someone.
Part of that said “People were benefiting from the site for 20 years, and you let everything get ruined. What was great is now completely worthless. Great way of honoring Alice, I hope you feel proud of yourself.”
Everywhere in my home, there are gifts and letters/cards she sent, emails I printed out, reminders all over. I’ll see something on TV and think that Alice and I will have a laugh over that – then I remember all over again.
I miss you so much, Alice! 😦
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Drawing on expertise from both the University of Birmingham and Queen Elizabeth Hospitals Birmingham, they applied their knowledge of Cushing’s syndrome to the new problem (sarcopenia).
Cushing’s is hormonal disorder caused by high levels of cortisol. Patients suffer from the syndrome see marked changes in their body composition.
The effects can be devastating for patients who can develop features such as muscle wasting and weakness, weight gain, thinning of the bones, diabetes, high blood pressure and heart disease.
Dr Hassan-Smith said: ‘Looking at this particular enzyme seemed like an intriguing way forward.
‘We knew how it works in relation to Cushing’s Syndrome, which is characterised by similar symptoms, and thought it would be worthwhile applying what we knew to the ageing population.’
Currently there are no treatments for sarcopenia, the team explained.
But pharmaceutical companies are developing and testing ways to block or switch off the enzyme, with a focus…
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 57,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 21 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
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“Grief can destroy you –or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn’t allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it.
But when it’s over and you’re alone, you begin to see that it wasn’t just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything; it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can’t get off your knees for a long time, you’re driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss.
And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life.”
~Dean Koontz, Odd Hours
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