There is a difference between letting go and giving up.
It is as if my father is at the base of Mount Everest. His heart, mind and lungs seem to send a call out by taking a step forward with desire and courage. The rest of his body, though weak, responds by trying to follow along.
The other part of his body that is weaker fails him and puts him back at base camp. He regains some strength and tries again…….
Bearing witness to my father’s desire to live is a balancing act of amazing grace and sweet sorrow, between wanting to hold on for him and surrendering. It is love that drives him, it is courage that beckons us to follow.
Mount Everest (as my brother Zane calls it,) looms, haunts, teases… though I believe one day my father will stand upon it and soak up the purest of light and fly home.
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