The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I feel a sense of sadness and joy. Mostly sadness though about what I've experienced and sadness about what others have experienced in reference to the stroke.
So, what is a stroke? In about 90 per cent of strokes, it's the result of blood flow to part of the brain getting cut off, depriving it of oxygen and killing off the part fed by the clogged artery.
A small minority of strokes are hemorrhagic strokes, which are caused by bleeding into the brain when a blood vessel bursts.
No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.
To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.
The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid.
A massive stroke may kill you instantly, while a series of mini-strokes may disable and kill you over several years.
My mother died happily of a stroke in her seventies.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
The stroke has given me another way to serve people. It lets me feel more deeply the pain of others; to help them know by example that ultimately, whatever happens, no harm can come. 'Death is perfectly safe,' I like to say.