Apr 02, 2005 18:07
The Pope is dying, and people all over the world are praying for his recovery. And God, it's not going to work, because I know the illness, it's the same one my Grandfather had, and with Parkinson on top of it, he's not going to make it, and he knows it, and he's happy. He's ready to go.
All Poland is already in a state of half-grief, half-denial, and people sometimes spontaneously burst into tears, and everyone is prayinf, and all TV and radio channels are tuned to Vatican, and it'snot going to help, because even if he lives on, it's only going to be prolonging the agony, and I know it's selfish, but I don't want him to suffer, he of us all doesn't deserve to suffer, but he's uniting people and with his death teaching us the most important lesson of all.
He shows us hat we should be with the people we love to the very end, no excuses, no cowardice, that every person deserves what he has now - the unwavering support of everyone aroun them, and that life is the most important thing in the world. He dedicated his whole life to God and His mankind, and I just hope that when he reaches heaven, he will get the reception he deserves. That he'll be happy.
And that people will understand what he's trying to show them. Because, despite how great everything he's done in his life is, this suffering with a smile might be the greatest of all. An example we should all follow. And, on some level, I feel like a scumbag. Because I envy his strenght.