Darling Pam,
You asked me yesterday if you are transitioning. It’s an interesting question and one that I can not answer, but it did provoke me to thought.
I started thinking about the use of the word as an intransitive verb. No surprise that the word comes to us from the Latin and literally means to pass away or pass over. The prefix tans means across or beyond and the suffix ire means to go.
I suppose, therefore, we may fairly conclude that you are transitioning.
This journey of ours has been marked by subtle changes, as we have sought out road signs or telltales to navigate the journey, some have been more pronounced, others more subtle.
Lately, your bone pain has markedly increased. Your shoulders incessantly ache and your sleep is frequently interrupted by shooting pains resulting from movement. We have responded by tweaking and increasing your meds; always looking for the perfect balance between your comfort and your emotional presence.
These last couple of days Anne and Olivia Clift has stopped by and their brief visits have provided respite from your weariness. Tomorrow evening Heath comes and you are near giddy at that prospect.
I’ve borrowed from the meter and rhyme of the last stanza of SHM Byer’s famous poem, Sherman’s March To The Sea, as I look towards the end of our journey…
Oh, proud we’ll be on that morning
That stands where shadowlands once towered,
When our Lord finally said, “Pam, you are weary,
But today, fair Heaven is yours!”
Then we will sing the songs of our Savior,
As we praise in loving remembrance of thee.
And the gems in Pam’s crown will shine brighter,
When Pam crosses over to Thee.
Last night you asked me if I’d miss you; sweetheart my heart grows heavy and shudders, every time the thought enters my mind. I’m sure I will miss your love, every day that remains of my time. This adventure of love that we’ve called a journey, is winding down with each day passing.
I’ll love you now and always, for the minefields we have danced through together.
Love,
Brad
2 Responses
Our time spent with Pam over those few days will never be forgotten. We laughed, we danced and we drank Limoncello! It was so important to me to have a chance to tell Pam how much she means to me, to our family. “Our” Pam was still there – she laughed, made jokes and showered us with her love as always. She will always be remembered and cherished. Liv and I were blessed to have the time with her. We love you all. Anne
Thanks, Anne, Pam loved the time with you and Olivia.