Hello again, Readers,
Writing today with a breaking heart for a dear and beloved cousin and friend who, after 25 brave and beautiful years of giving the royal finger to Cancer, (a rare thyroid type, inoperable), is now in the hospital again, no longer being treated, after some weeks of the docs pulling out all the stops to try to save him.
His name is Roch, the most aptly named person I have ever known.
He is now being kept comfortable and though I'm told he's not able to speak he is still sharing moments of precious consciousness, with that ole twinkle in his eyes sparkling now and then.
Here he is back in '09:
I guess what I really want to do here is celebrate his well-lived life, his borderless heart and all the gifts he has given to so many, (he is a counselor and life coach and has helped a great number of folks find their ways back to peacefulness).
He is now surrounded by beautiful, loving family and no doubt getting lots of visits from so many friends and though I wish I too could be there to hold his hand and probably cry all over the poor guy, I know that he can feel this.
He has been a shining light to me, especially during my years of chronic illness/treatment/illness from treatment, etc., as if anyone is an expert in that field, it is he and I thank him.
I thank him for being able to walk in to a room and fill it with softness.
I thank him for being an exemplary example of the fighting spirit.
I thank him for reaching out to so many, even at times when I know that he just wanted to fall down.
I thank him for his supporting me from afar, (he has posted here before under the name "Rocky").
I thank him for making the time to see me last summer when I visited Canada.
I thank Vancouver Island for being his supernatural and much gentler-weathered home during one of the coldest winters his hometown, (Edmonton, Canada), had seen in years. I know living on that island for those months did his soul a world of good.
I just thank him.
And I will miss him.
And I have a feeling I will see him again--not in Paris, like we had talked about last year, but somewhere/when.
(((((((((((THANK YOU, ROCH)))))))))).
J
Writing today with a breaking heart for a dear and beloved cousin and friend who, after 25 brave and beautiful years of giving the royal finger to Cancer, (a rare thyroid type, inoperable), is now in the hospital again, no longer being treated, after some weeks of the docs pulling out all the stops to try to save him.
His name is Roch, the most aptly named person I have ever known.
He is now being kept comfortable and though I'm told he's not able to speak he is still sharing moments of precious consciousness, with that ole twinkle in his eyes sparkling now and then.
Here he is back in '09:
He is now surrounded by beautiful, loving family and no doubt getting lots of visits from so many friends and though I wish I too could be there to hold his hand and probably cry all over the poor guy, I know that he can feel this.
He has been a shining light to me, especially during my years of chronic illness/treatment/illness from treatment, etc., as if anyone is an expert in that field, it is he and I thank him.
I thank him for being able to walk in to a room and fill it with softness.
I thank him for being an exemplary example of the fighting spirit.
I thank him for reaching out to so many, even at times when I know that he just wanted to fall down.
I thank him for his supporting me from afar, (he has posted here before under the name "Rocky").
I thank him for making the time to see me last summer when I visited Canada.
I thank Vancouver Island for being his supernatural and much gentler-weathered home during one of the coldest winters his hometown, (Edmonton, Canada), had seen in years. I know living on that island for those months did his soul a world of good.
I just thank him.
And I will miss him.
And I have a feeling I will see him again--not in Paris, like we had talked about last year, but somewhere/when.
(((((((((((THANK YOU, ROCH)))))))))).
J
7 comments:
Beautiful post, Nita...
I like the man a lot. His soothing presence, wise words and his humor too; so inspiring, when you'd expect someone with such a serious illness to be anything but cheerful.
That is the truest form of spirituality I've met so far.
Thank you Mr Roch Randon, yours is a life to live by.
Tearing up again here...
Thanks, P.
And on that note, a quote, from Rochs coaching page that makes for some nourishing words to live by, I'd say:
"There are so many distractions in the world today.
Simplicity facilitates clarity.
Ruthlessly cut out anything that is not essential.
Eventually, what is true and authentic will stand out in relief and the path will be clear."
~www.RochRandon.com
Juanita, you heart comes through so wonderfully in all you write. I so appreciate all your sincere comments on our updates of his difficult journey. You are a woman of passion and I think you both spoke the same language! I'm sure your bout with a difficult illness has also grown you in ways never thought or imagined.
I think pain makes your well deeper...more can drink from it.
I appreciate you my dear cousine!
I also wanted to thank you for the beautiful words and tribute you wrote for Roch.
I only hope he was able to hear it being read to him.
Thanks, chere Madeleine.
((((hugs))))
May he Roch on in the memory of the many folks he inspired.
Thanks, "Miss"...
I heard his celebration of life was epic.
As it should be.
Thanks again, for touching so many, Roch...
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