Being at Death
Being at death brings us closer to everything.
Closer to the world.
Closer to life.
Closer to all living things.
Being at death means being there.
Seeing as it happens.
Knowing what it looks like.
Sharing the moment with another living being.
Being at death makes dying real.
Death moves through us and we know it.
We’re touching death in that moment.
Life is slipping away and spirit passes, dissolves.
Witnessing the loss invades our Self.
We feel our own life more real.
Their death becomes part of us.
And our own death becomes more real.
Dying becomes a tangible experience.
We can visit the dying before the end.
We can view the departed at a funeral.
See the before and the after.
Missing the act of death.
Dying is a moment.
The final living journey.
The last living experience.
One of the millions of moments we will all have.
We don’t remember our birth.
We won’t remember our own death.
We will always remember being at death.
That moment is forever buried deep into our Self.
It is a gift to bear witness, share and comfort their passing.
A gift given to both the now and once living.
The fortunate get a peaceful death.
With a companion to comfort the passing.
Robbed of a goodbye, Stan was lost too young, too sudden.
We were all stunned by the sudden loss of Marc.
Stan and Marc are forever in my heart, my soul, my love.
I was granted the gift to be with my father at the end.
Now again given the gift to comfort Richard in his final moment.
Twice I’ve been given the gift of being at death.
After sudden loss,
the love and memories of Stan and Marc will forever remain in my soul.
Being at their death,
Father’s and Richard’s spirits are now forever buried in my Self.
Don’t cry because it’s over.
Smile because it happened.
Dr. Seuss