For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Kahlil Gibran
You are face-to-face with the death of someone you love. I understand you. And I know that this journey is yours alone.
Still, my thoughts are with you and with death.
My entire life prepares me for acceptance of dying. And still I want to fight it.
Whether it is the thought of my own death or the death of one I love, I face the reality with denial and disbelief. Grace doesn’t come easily. It comes when I let go of the struggle for supremacy over this one sure thing.
Isn’t there something I can do? Can I not change the outcome? Can I pray enough, think enough positive thoughts, find the right food, the right medicine, the right path?
Even as I write this, I know what I know; that peace comes in acceptance. That my love of life must necessarily lead to my comprehension that death will come and that it is not the end. To be at peace with death, my heart must encompass the beauty of the moment. My mind must acknowledge that my soul is joined with eternity.
Connection is not lost in death. Yet, no matter how many times I have felt the encompassing presence of those who have gone before me; when death comes around again, I face the fear of extinction.
I forget that love doesn’t die; it has always been, and will always be, with me. Even should I forget every memory of the times and teachings that I have shared with that person, their love has changed me. It is a part of who I am.
Death is not my enemy.