This is an incredible story of tenacity, a vision, perseverance, humanity, kindness and love. What a human being. And then, there's Government - a hurdle bigger than a mountain. But Manjhi found a way to navigate. The next generations will carry on the legacy and finish what was started 52 years ago.
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Elaine MansfieldSep 9, 2018
Sethi, I'm sorry your mom died and that this is a recent death so probably a daily presence for you. I liked to think of it as a daily teaching. The year before my husband died, my mother also died of Alzheimer's which has its own griefs with inability to contact each other. My mom was nearly comatose for many years and before that she was scared. My mother-in-law died this week at 102. I had been her caregiver since my husband's death, but she was in a nursing home the last 8 months. She could communicate to the next to last day and mouth, "I love you" with no sound. Her death was gentle and kind. In both cases and with my husband, too, there is a time to go because the body becomes a prison. Death can be a gift. In those last days, there may be deep love, compassion, forgiveness, and/or beauty. I hope it was like that with your mom.
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This is an incredible story of tenacity, a vision, perseverance, humanity, kindness and love. What a human being. And then, there's Government - a hurdle bigger than a mountain. But Manjhi found a way to navigate. The next generations will carry on the legacy and finish what was started 52 years ago.
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Sethi, I'm sorry your mom died and that this is a recent death so probably a daily presence for you. I liked to think of it as a daily teaching. The year before my husband died, my mother also died of Alzheimer's which has its own griefs with inability to contact each other. My mom was nearly comatose for many years and before that she was scared. My mother-in-law died this week at 102. I had been her caregiver since my husband's death, but she was in a nursing home the last 8 months. She could communicate to the next to last day and mouth, "I love you" with no sound. Her death was gentle and kind. In both cases and with my husband, too, there is a time to go because the body becomes a prison. Death can be a gift. In those last days, there may be deep love, compassion, forgiveness, and/or beauty. I hope it was like that with your mom.