Face your own death.

The room is stifling, intense with emotion. not a single dry eye. as this grown man, weeps.
every painful word, every experience he related, made each person queasy, facing our own circumstance.
he mourned for his wife. she passed due to stage four lung cancer a year and a half ago.
i’m at a bereavement seminar. and we decided to have a session with a participant. good to role play, we all thought. what we didn’t know was that we were gonna learn a whole lot more than any role playing.
people get all worked out when it comes to death and dying. don’t get me wrong, a fixation on it is not good, but we must realise that we all are mere mortals. and this body, no matter how good it looks or how well you’ve kept it, will soon pass. and then, comes your belief. the finality of death, as defined by your faith.
what you invest in the afterlife, only shows how prepared you would be facing your deathbed.
i am prepared to die, just not sure how prepared everyone else is.
have you ever envisioned your own funeral? i have. not pathologically, but interesting to see how it would all end up. just some thoughts for now…

Uncategorized |