Ruminations At The Golf Course

Final Moments With Janey

My Sweet Janey

Janey graciously waited for me to kiss her and lay my hand on her sweet chest as she departed.  She knew how much I wanted to be there to see her off.  She looked after me until the end--I love her so.  And this for all of us who loved her:  Since Janey is with God, and since God is with us, can she ever be far away?  Mine and Janey's love for all of you.  Don

Janey Went Home Today

Janella (Janey) Pimlot shortly after learning to walk.

Me and Janey

Death Transforms Our Separation

These words say much--but not all.  I found them a little comforting,  but the scriptures and my early catechism are my constant stay.  Donahue is a good brother who died recently yet lives through his ministry of love in his writing.

His vocabulary is not that of Christian Theology--that is his strength and freshness.  His Celtic mysticism provides a rich lens that magnifies the truth of Christ.  It feels like a high jack of sorts, but he really rings my bell.  My days with Janey have been transformative--largely because she embodies, by the providence of God,  so much of what Donahue alludes to.  As the morphine takes hold she is sometimes fuzzy headed--but the smile, the humour, and grace of a fantastic life lived in love and wonder prevails above all--thanks be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus.  Always and Forever,  Don and Janey