Today’s piece is coming from Linda Stowe. The topic is one many people do not discuss openly. And yet? At some point or another, it is coming to all of us. Just this morning, I was thinking about being with my dad when he drew his last breath. And then he didn’t.
It is a moment I will never forget. That passage.
I hope our energy goes beyond our bodies. I hope it rises from us and moves on to the next good place. But. As long as we are in our human containers, we will not know what that might be. Or not be. Until then, as Linda will speak to, we move along with our life and its purpose. We continue, to continue.
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Thinking About The End. By Linda Stowe.
I have spent the past few years thinking about my death. This might sound alarming, but I don’t see it that way. Years ago, when my mother had to go into a nursing home, I had a conversation with my doctor who said that, on average, people who go into nursing homes live about two years. That upset me but my doctor assured me that, at age 86, my mother had no doubt already come to terms with her own mortality.
My mother lived another ten years, and over the intervening years I have remembered that conversation as I, too, have come to terms with my own mortality. That’s what happens when you reach a certain age and start noticing that people you know are dying and some of your own working parts are going a bit wonky. It’s a fact of life.
I can’t say that it’s a fun process, in fact there are times when I was in a dark place. But no one can thrive in the darkness, and eventually I reached my limit. I came to a place of peace and found purpose for the years I had left. If I live as long as my mother, that’s another 17 years.
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Thinking About The End by Linda Stowe
