I have a friend who’s Dad is 90 and dying.
I know it is a natural process for the body to let go of life in order to return to the reality of spirit.
My friend is a good son. He is attentive to his Father, even though other choices could be appropriate.
It is still hard. The loss of the bodily form is a powerful sadness to the living. We think the essence has gone, but it has only changed and in an eternal instant we will all be together again planning new adventures.
Letting go of life is a hard awareness for so many of us. Even those of us who don’t think we are ready for the transition and all of of sudden we find ourselves at the door of light. Priorities change instantaneously.
I have always believed that if we have finished what we came here to do then why would we want to linger in this density constricted by the illusion of time.
This is a wonderful perspective on the subject of death:
“Death is a comma in the sentence of life.” – Kenneth G. Mills
“I have always believed that if we have finished what we came here to do then why would we want to linger in this density constricted by the illusion of time.”
Because living is better than dying. I’ve never yet seen anyone who said in advance they’d rather die if they “had a stroke/were incontinent/couldn’t move/etc., etc.” and when the moment came, didn’t cling to life.
You know, that’s a good thing, not being willing to quietly go to one’s dirt nap. You have eternity to be dead; wanting to live is gorgeously, wonderfully, individually selfish and human!
P.S. Tell me, are you getting all sappy about death because you’re getting up there?