I've recently been a lurker in the woods. It felt a bit like trespassing as I didn't have chemo, but I've enjoyed the humour. I raise a toast to the founder but is the Dark Woods wine non-flush inducing? Because I've given up on alcohol in the 'real world' as the flushes just aren't worth it!
I like the idea of granny knicker catapaults between the bushes, to fire NE away from the woods!
wasn't going to post anymore....decided time was to move on....but the woods are calling me as well...tears fell all day yesterday....I would have gone doolally tap if not for these woods....place of friendship and support....place where you're understood....large glass of white please...raise your glasses to SCACO...thank you from the bottom of my heart...Maggie
LARGE crystal glasses filled and waiting.... NE has been spotted... no sign of PB yet though... need reinforcements to keep NE out - might have to spread the granny knickers between bushes to ambush his attempts...
I will share a glass in honour of the Woods founder, I don't come in very often now but had to visit for this very sad occasion, I really hope these woods carry on for those about to start their journey , it is SCACO s legacy. RIP.x
I am holed up in my tent with my ipad (solar powered don't cha know) reading the thread from the beginning too. I didn't find my way into the woods until June 2012 but what a welcome I was given. Flamethrowers at the ready fellow woodies - don't let the gremlins catch us whilst we grieve.
How about arranging a bloody good send off for SCACO in the JM bar. I am quite prepared to make a prat of myself by dressing up and singing SUPERTROUPER at the top of my voice as long as PB doesn't try to join in.
Lets lift our chins and look up and forward. Make SCACO proud of us. I will never stop fighting!
In the words of original Woodies - PositiveThinking seems to have done a runner, and "woeisme" seems to have taken up residence, along with sundry bad language.... Been reading back from the beginning...
Bless you Karen - such a gift to us all...
Think Gin is required again....
Vulnerable and fragile sums it up for me.
Going to get the super dooper flamethrower out from behind the JM bar and send some of those gremlins into outer space.
Knickers also flying at half mast - best be careful not to trip over them!
moving poems both.... knew the second (Queen Mum had it at her funeral)... first was new to me, and, as I'm conducting a memorial service in November for those that the Palliative Care team have cared for in the last year, I shall probably use them both! Feels a bit near the bone at the moment! I simply refused to even think that I might die of BC last year when I was goign through it. I was going to "beat it"... feel very vulnerable and fragile right now, and I guess I'm not the only one...
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
poem by David Hawkins
Very sad week...very sad.
Very apt and very beautiful. That's brought tears to my eyes.
SCACO can't have known quite what she was starting when she put up her first post on this thread but she started a wonderful place of humour, companionship and encouragement. An invaluable help to many people, who will never forget her.
If I be the first of us to die
Let grief not blacken long your sky
Be bold yet modest in your grieving
There is a change but not a leaving
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy shared,
The things that made us laugh, or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
Each giving and each taking
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble.
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand,
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled banks beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land;
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you.
Close your eyes.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.
From The Smoke Jumper by Nicholas Evans
But somehow very apt for the DDW thread? RIP Karen/SCACO
Bye bye dearest darling Scaco - and thank you. You brave, inspirational woman with your beautifully shaped head. I shall miss you so much. Keep a big squashy cushion for me in that great big yurt in the sky - see you one day soon xxxxx
A naturally very subdued Wood today.... SCACO - you have a central place in it always. I think I'll trundle to the chapel and light a candle for you
THenk you for leading the way - creating a safe place for so many of us to struggle, fight, laugh, cry, be daft, support each other - simply priceless SCACO... love and prayers for your family.. and huge gratitude to you (and all the other Woodies). The DDW were what kept me sane some days last year.... Deepest thanks...
If only tears had magic life-giving properties. If they did, then the tears being shed across the country for SCACO, Karen, would raise her and so many who have been taken from us by this horrible disease.
RevCat, lovely words. So sad that they are necessary.
Deepest sympathies to Karen's family and friends, my life was better for having known her.
What beautiful words Revcat, i am so very sad to have lost our dear friend but i know that she truly will be the brightest star in the "woods" tonight shining a path for others to follow & keeping them safe, loved, reassured & entertained, with that unique sense of humour all the way & raising a glass with us in the JM 🙂 God bless & sleep well amongst the Angels my lovely friend & fellow woodie.xxx
The woods are still but for the sound of weeping, as near silent tears fall across the land.
One last sleep fairy drew near to our dear SCACO and said 'you have suffered enough, now rest'
The two-fingered flag flies at half mast, the dogs cease their frolics, and we pause to be thankful...
In time, we will tiptoe to the JM to raise a toast to our wonderful friend
But for now we sit in silent, sad, solidarity
Or light candles at the chapel of St Raphael
Rest peacefully SCACO, brave and beautiful woman
Your love and laughter live on
We wil remember you.
I've posted on the SCACO thread but I wanted to also say to the "woodies" that I'm so so sorry for their loss. i did not post on this thread but always lurked, and I am gutted at this terrible news.
It seems like the woods are the right place to post this:
"Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die." Mary Frye
Karen will always be with us, but it is so hard not to cry today xxx
RIP Karen (SCACO)
RIP lovely Karen, your wit and life shone through from the first time we "met" on this thread to later meetings in real life. Devastated, just devastated. My thoughts and prayers are with her husbnad, children, family and friends and to all of those whose lives Karen touched.
Jane am down by the lagoon with Kate....gearing up for tomorrow....school has decided beloved grandchild can only start on tuesday now...AAAAARRGHHH!!!....running out of fun ideas for a lively 4 year old.....on second thoughts....I'll come to the JM and join you.....might as well have fun whilst I can as I'll be shattered tomorrow.....be there in a mo...large white wine sounds just the ticket... Kate where,ve you gone?...Oh there you are in the JM...more wine ladies....don't mind if I do...virtual wine doesn't make your hotties worse...another one...OK then...anyone else want to pull up a chair?...M