Then Netflix recommended a movie, "The Stone Angel". An interesting movie about a woman, Hagar, at the end of her life reflecting on her life's passions and problems.
The determination of the character Hagar in the movie displayed characteristics of pride of family name and heritage that reminded me of my mother. The woman who was the first female bus driver in Collin County, Texas. That same woman that cannot walk to a car without assistance. But still full of pride of name, family and heritage.
Toward the end of the movie a portion of the Dylan Thomas poem, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, is quoted.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The night Gene went into coronary and pulmonary arrest, I screamed from a place in my soul that I never even knew existed. It was akin to rage but filled with fear. "No, no, not now. It's too soon." Over and over because I could not even imagine life without Gene. It is a surreal experience to remember. Gene successfully fought so hard to stay, to not go into that good night.
So this entry will end with neither quip nor smartly turned phrase. Rather a simple nod of appreciation to all the stone angels that do not go gentle into the good night. I love you, Gene.