As I age, the death of close loved ones
begins to bear more weight.
When I witness the final days of someone
I have known for most of my life,
I feel eternity's presence
in a profound and very real way.
Time slows down just before,
and right after, someone passes.
Life takes on a surreal quality
as we move from death bed
to funeral home to grave side,
with barely a pause for breath
Expected deaths are horrible to experience,
staying the last few days with the dying,
seeing their body struggle instinctively to survive
long after the will to live has passed away
And afterward life
After each death
I start playing the
Who will be next?
Will it be me?
Another brother or sister?
A friend, or someone else
I hold most dear?
As I watch my family and friends
being whittled down by time and death,
I can no longer escape the reality
that my own death is getting closer.
That is just the way things are.
Life is incomplete without death.
Time is meaningless unless it passes.
Love is forever only after it
ventures bravely into death's eternity.