A few years ago, I experienced one of the most profound and meaningful events of my life. The mother of a man I was very close to was dying. He and his sisters, who I also knew well, allowed me to share with them the sacred journey of her death. This journey was truly sacred. The woman (her name was Petie) had lived a good life and was in her 80’s. She had various health problems and had spent her final years in a nursing home. As her health deteriorated, she knew it was time to go. Her family knew the same. She did not approach death with fear and trepidation. She didn’t fight it, resist it or wish it away. She simply accepted it and was curious about it. What would death bring? What would death be like? I never before witnessed such courage and strength. Her children were equally exceptional. In the final days of their mother’s life they simply loved her, expressed that love and stayed close to her. Most importantly, each and every one of them told her that it was okay for her to go. They too, did not believe death should be a struggle or a fight. They demonstrated the same courage and strength as their mother. As a result, this beautiful woman went quietly and peacefully one night while lying in bed, her eldest daughter at her side. To this day, I have witnessed few things as beautiful or as moving as what I what I witnessed in that room. I will be forever grateful to Petie, Conrad, Andrea and Paula for letting me share such a journey. This blog is dedicated to Petie. Thank you sincerely for showing me how to die with grace, dignity, courage and love. I will be forever grateful for the gift you gave me in your final days. I hope I serve you well by sharing this gift with others. You are an amazing woman, with amazing children, and I love you.
Death is not meant to be a struggle. When our time has truly come, I believe we are meant to greet it peacefully with grace, dignity, courage and love. Death can be beautiful, if you let it.