Eternal Love
Eternal love
Original artwork and poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2025 to comfort a childhood friend who lost her father
You can see it coming, and you think you’ll be alright.
But when it happens, it still feels like a thief at night.
The loss is unbearable, the pain raw and deep,
You desperately hold on, you struggle to keep.
Sages, savants and poets have all had their say,
None of it seems to matter, at least not today.
Oh death, eternal love is the antidote to thy deadly sting…
This too shall pass, the human heart is meant to soar on wings!!
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Grieving is a natural process. I recall crying my eyes out for a couple of days, then like flowers after a sunmer shower, pure love replaced the emptiness.
Sending much love and support to the Hendricks 🥰 - Kieran
I *just* listened to a podcast. Peaceful Exit. I went back to El Camino Hospital last week. My first time. June 25, three months after March 25. I stood still and prayed outside that hospital room. ( With permission from the nursing station. I had taken treats and a thank you card). It felt like I met Ashok there. One more time. I cried and yet THANKED God for the beyond value of the gift of Ashok's Life. Downstairs, still crying, I came upon Barbary playing the piano. She played her harp every day in our hospital room. She looked up at netas I stood by her. After she'd finished playing the doing she was playing. " I know you. You're Florence. " I thanked her for her music. She told me how much she had felt the LOVE in that room. How special it was. I thanked her again. She played,"Somewhere over the Rainbow." THANKED each other. I was able to walk away from El Camino Hospital feeling even closer ( if that's even possible), to my Loved husband.....yes, Ashok and I love each other eternally....I do not know what that even means..... but it's TRUE. We will always love each other. (WhatsApp comment from a dear friend who recently lost her husband at a local hospital where i was privileged to visit as well)
Yes, his hospital room felt joyous. He would be smiling and joking unlike the typical patient.
There were flowers, prayers, and lots of laughter everytime I visited
Thank you Ashok, Florence et al for the masterclass in agape!! 🥰 - Kieran
This one was straight from the heart, thinking back to when I lost my father (1994) and mother (2012)
Glad you liked it - Kieran
You are considerate and kind in that verse. Yes - we know it’s coming - yet- when it comes we remain unprepared.
Takes me back to my early career in the Navy hospital Colaba. Lost a patient - who was my age but had cancer in his forearm. Followed him for 18 months and he died. It was hard to accept. (WhatsApp eply to the above comment)
1. Old Age - it’s a disease and medical schools ignore it till recently.
2. we lack powers to adapt to changing social setups. Demand absolute obeisance from kids and next gen’s.
3. we forget our physical abilities deteriorate. Yesterday was yesteryears.
4. death is final
(WhatsApp reply to above comment)
I even took my kids to the death bed of a 50 year old mother with kids slightly younger than them.
Life is not fair or tidy but it’s what we have. So get used to it - Kieran
I started doing water colour for the first time in my life, at the pace of one-a-day, following the advice of my mentor - keeping it spontaneous and fun.
This exercise is extremely rewarding as it teaches me to live in the moment. Each day a blank sheet of paper to go with whatever catches my fancy
I have been blogging for some years now, but the poetry thing is new.
Anil lives in Villa Maria, next time you visit Garth drop by and say hello
God bless,
Kieran