December
12, 2013
“What do you think happens when we die?”
The question shot out of my mouth before I thought twice about it. “I don’t know and I don’t want anyone telling
me what I should believe,” was the immediate response from Mrs. B. “Do you think that we should know?” I refused to allow her to get sassy on me, nevermind
suggesting I have any agenda here, she outta know me better than that by now.
Then we got down to the nitty gritty, sharing stories about the process we each
witnessed, while gently resting alongside someone who was actively dying. Oh,
isn’t it an honor to be present with a soul, leaving the loved ones behind, not
having one iota of control, or do they?
Discuss.
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