{"id":3526,"date":"2019-01-03T12:35:28","date_gmt":"2019-01-03T19:35:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/?p=3526"},"modified":"2019-01-03T13:28:18","modified_gmt":"2019-01-03T20:28:18","slug":"the-dying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/the-dying\/","title":{"rendered":"The Dying"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
A Jon\u00a0Post<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n It has been 45 days since I\u2019ve lived with the dying. 45 days ago I drove away from the dying and entered once again the homes and communities of the living. <\/p>\n\n\n\n While it’s been comfortable, joyful, loving, and restful to be with the living, I still miss the dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I have spent 45 days thinking and praying over the dying I left there. My friend and brother Torres, whose lymphoma darkens his veins and thoughts but not his spirit. My daughter and precious Loice, whose advancing breast cancer throws its tendrils from corner to corner of her tired and young body while she hopes for more time with her young children. My sister and cherished Mariana, whose metastatic breast cancer sears her with pain and weariness while she boldly looks at the difficulty of her coming days. Rosa, Eug\u00eanio, Arm\u00eendo, Joana, Cust\u00f3dio, and so many others dying or with whom I witnessed death\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n