When someone you love die, I found that my view of life changes, and things I've always wondered start falling into place. Sitting next to that someone when he died, breathing his last breath, makes life seem so fragile but strong aswell. So simple, but unicly complicated. I found myself questioning what was happening, what is he thinking, can he feel our prescence and touch, does he still want to fight, does he want to speak? But all these questions will never be answered, and therefore need not to be asked. Death is a natural thing, not a phenomena. You were created from this earth, consisting of all that the planet gives us, and that is also where is ends. In earth. To die is to just float, as the wind, or a wave, in someone's heart, as a flower that some other animal picks up and eats. And that someone lives forever in a scence, that he will live as long as he/she is in your thought. And he was me. I am him. He was my father. It's a human thing to crave for understanding, and to put meaning into so many different things. Like all creatures on this planet, they die, and give birth again to something else. So, cherish life, and death is life. People who do not assosciate life with death will not live as someone who does. So, screw shit you don't wanna do. You only have one life.
Sorry for your loss. I've done hospice work in the past. It is both stressful and rewarding at the same time. One life? What good is a diamond with one facet? x
"For the soul there is never birth nor death. Nor having once been does he ever cease to be" - Sri Krishna. I'm impressed that you've done such work xexon. Definitely not something I'd be much good at. Oh, and I like the new sig pic.
I have many dimensions. What better person to help the dying than someone who has no fear of death? x
