Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

By Tim Butler | Posted at 10:59 PM

My grandmother died tonight after a horrible battle with Alzheimers that was clearly ongoing for at least seven years. It is truly a most cruel of diseases, but one thing it cannot be accused of is using the element of surprise against its victims. Still I feel a bit of “cognitive dissonence” about this — it is hard to sync the reality with my intellectual knowledge that this was imminent.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Tags: Death

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