Getting through
Tonight I am reflecting on death and dying. No, not mine, but in general. I had not planned on these thoughts, but tonight the opportunity just presented itself, the way we often hear of death, unexpectedly. I am thinking more of the natural kind of death. I am wondering in particular if the dead and the living, who had loved each other when both were still alive, collude on when to die. If the former whispers, "It is all right, don't be afraid," and the latter says, "Yes, I think it is all right now, I am no longer afraid. It is time." Or, another way I wonder about it is, if the living gathers courage from the death of a loved one, someone who has gone ahead. It is reassuring for me to think these thoughts now, to think that wisps of messages get through like stubborn light getting through as long as there is the tiniest crack, for it somehow softens the news of death, though it will never heal a broken heart. These thoughts somehow make less timid the hope that things will be all right, for both the dead and the living.
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