So as I was driving home from the Town Center Blvd. shopping plaza, I saw the Mediteranean Deli and had a thought. Wonder if all of your favorite places reappear in heaven? Or, in my next lifetime? Kind of like the same places always appear and reappear in my dreams. This sort of gives you an idea how uncertain I am about what will happen to me when I die. In my opinion, how can any one of us say we know for sure? But I do like to wonder.
Somehow, I feel at peace with whatever death brings. Though I’m not sure what the next life (or the afterlife, take your pick) holds, I have this sixth sense that I will be transported beyond the thrills and disappointments of this life. So I am kind of looking forward to that. My husband thinks I’m morbid.
I turn 60 this year and I volunteer with hospice, between those two things I’m very aware of death. I was always OK with it, part of life, etc. I better qualify that, OK as long as I believed that it was “in its time” in other words someone was old enough to die. If one of my kids dies, I won’t be so good about it. But I digress, I want to see grandchildren and so now don’t want to die.
I’d like to hear more about your hospice experience. Do you see a lot of people who fear death or more who embrace it? I wonder how that relates to their beliefs and spiritual practices?
Losing one of your kids suddenly would be very different – I agree- than being accepting of death when it is your own “time.” I am learning how the love for your children goes far beyond any other love.
Being a grandma is glorious!