I’m composing this, sitting in the Prince George ICU, helping a friend go through end of life with her husband.
I’ve discovered that death doesn’t scare me anymore. It may, again in the future, but right now, I can sit beside her, loving her, being support for her and her family and I’m not triggered the way I was worried I would be. The way my boyfriend was worried I would be.
My heart hurts. I’m infinitely sad for her, for his daughter, for their family.
Memories I had forgotten are resurfacing.
But this isn’t devastating me the way it could have.
I am amazingly grateful for the support I’ve been given, for being able to clearly see, while I sit here what would be most helpful and when.
Death is part of life. To paraphrase my doctor…. we are not human beings on a spiritual path, we are spiritual beings on a human path. Death is our paths diverging….
RIP Jim. May your passing be quick and peaceful.