Finality

is it really a word,
a description?
Perhaps it is the only way to describe what we see
or rather can not see.
David,
the gentleman who shares our house,
is facing the imminent death of his mother this week.
She is 91 and has had Alzheimer's for a number of years,
so much so that David, her son, is only recognizable as "That man".
Dave has 2 sisters,
one who is the immediate care giver
or rather person resposible, because she is in a home.
The pain is still there,
she will be in a better place, no matter what a person believes
and David will have some finality.

More reflections, life and living

I spoke with some one yesterday who's companion also had a situation where he almost died (saved by a defibrillator). I then had a friend who felt inspired to read me a short story about Freddy the leaf ( metaphorical way of talking about death). I suppose that I was not alone in that for many years, I was terrified to die, 3 situations the last year where I could have died helped me over that hump. Will I say that I am totally not afraid any more? No, but will say that they hurt so much they thought they were going to die, I can say that death does not hurt, living does. Am I perfectly Okay? No, that is where my struggle still is. Some where in the midst of this long Adventure, I have found peace.
Life ebbs and flows,
my peace also,
Wonders never cease.