Yesterday a close relative of my family passed away from a heart attack.
He was a doctor, which makes it interesting to think about.
He passed away suddenly, in the hospital, and my Mom felt extremely sad and wished she could have been there with her family to console each other.
It was the end of his life, from one minute to the next. He was there, in his eyes, and then, he’s not.
One things has ended to start another.
I must confess that I am truly afraid to die. For many reasons, as you may conjure up yourself when you ask yourself the question of death. However, I think it terrifies me the most when I think of such finality. Such departure. Such space in between.
But then I think of that beautiful human being that my Mom loved so dearly, whom she wished to see again soon before she found out of his death. I think of how we weren’t meant to experience such pain and I think of how it is made whole by Grace and Mercy and Love.
And the fear subsides a little because when one ends, the other begins.