Death and Dying
Dying:
This is the hardest part for both parties.
The dying member knows they are dying. Somethimes pain is more in the forefront than the end. Trying to remember all of those things left unsaid that must be said like where documents are or who gets what. I remember when my grandparents knew they we're nearing the end. They had stories to share.
In turn, we treasured those moments. We wanted to ease thier pain. We made sure thier rooms were pleasing to their eyes like giving them growing plants, made sure they had appitising foods so they would eat. We also discussed what they could expect on the other side. My grandfather believed in a Christian god, but my grandmother was an anthist. In the end she accepted that something else might be there.
This time can be long or short. Either way it can be a most loving time to connect and share a natrual transition.
Death:
To me death is simply moving from one plane of existence to another. A move from the physical plane to another. I have a solid belief in an immortal soul. So sucking the physical body at it's appointed time is as natural as being born. It's the process that has pain, or not.
When my relitives have died, I never cried. I have always made sure that everything I want to say to them is said. Never has there been a time when they left, that I stood by wishing to say something more. I'm at peace with their death. When someone dies, I'm the one meditating, telling them to go to the light.
There was one time when a friend of mine had a cardic arrest at our clubhouse. I had to do CPR. Someone else called the EMTs. Because my friend was Deaf, the parametics asked me to ride along in case they revived him. At the hospital, I had to be the interperter for his family. I had to call the teachers who he worked with to let them know that he had died. With these done, I broke down and cried. But the tears were for myself because I felt that I failed to heal him. I felt personally responsable in his death. It took a long time for me to get over this. I have a talsman from that night. I'll never forget it, or him. As for his crossing, I beleive that one is called to cross when it's their time. As it will be when it's mine.
In conclusion, I'll heal as long as I can. I'll attempt to make it a peacefull transition. And when it's over I'll meditate and guide one to the light. This is what I've since I was a child. This no one told me to do, it's just what I've alway done. My way may not be everyones' way, it's just my way.
Blessed Be.
Heather