Posted by: Michael Rickicki | 09/05/2017


I got back from Atlanta last night after a short visit with my uncle who is undergoing chemotherapy and radiation treatments. There’s always so much to be done when tending to a loved one who’s fallen ill and I can only wonder at how hard it is for my aunt to be a caretaker at seventy years of age.

I am so very fortunate to have been able to spend time with them and my cousin especially due to the fact that the nothing after I arrive my uncle passed out in the kitchen and ended up worse for wear. Luckily I heard him fall through the veil of sleep and ran down to find him in a pool of blood and coffee. The moment of shock passed away quickly and then we all went into triage mode.

In the end, as I left a few days later, he had recovered but the cancer is yet there and he has a couple of treatments and surgeries left to endure. We really are here but for a short time. Why do we forget so easily?

May I dedicate the practice of the uposatha to my aunt, uncle and cousins that they may find healing and respite. May they always meet with the Dhamma and the conditions to practice it.

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