Fellow Travellers,
My dad’s been dead three years ago today. I recall clearly thinking as I knew he was dying, that I could be there with him for as long as it took, but I could not ask him to try to hang on.
The thought that kept repeating in my heart was “we live our own Life, we die our own Death.” Over and over, those words echoed. I hear them still.
Part of me is still in that hospital room where the most intense experience of Life took place. It’s imprinted in my memory, the way the room was arranged, the silenced tv, the monitors, his profile that I knew so well, the knowing that his Spirit was separating from his body with each exhalation….and everything in his Life and our family’s was soon going to change in ways I couldn’t forsee.
It’s a sacred thing to see a beloved, anyone really, to the last breath, the last heartbeat. There is nothing more intimate. Nothing more holy.
It’s enough to hope for the paradox that someone dear will stay with me 
and at the same time set me free in peace….
Travel lightly,
Jaylene
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