Are God and Nature then at strife,
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life;
That I, considering everywhere
Her secret meaning in her deeds,
And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear,
I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs
That slope thro' darkness up to God,
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.
(In Memoriam A.H.H. by Alfred Tennyson)
I was told she died peacefully, that she just slipped away. There were people around her when she died, though not her family. Her family are on their way here, but they'll be too late.
I can't even begin to imagine what it had been like for her, from the point of diagnosis which was only 5 weeks ago. They caught it so late there really wasn't a fighting chance.
I hope she's no longer in pain. I hope she's in a better place.
Rest in peace, E.H.