Death and Dying
As I contemplate death and dying Death comes closer as I get older as each phone call or announcement on Facebook reminds me that I am not promised today or tomorrow Death comes quiet and loud and not always like a specter in the night No certain age welcomes it because it comes when it likes and it takes what it wants So what to do until it comes for me? Do I wait in anticipated silence or harrowing fear or do I simply live until it knocks on my door? This is not a poem about hope. This is not even a poem. This is space on paper for me to contemplate my deepest thoughts, fears, hopes, and questions As I contemplate death and dying, I also think of grief and the act of grieving Grieving does not simply begin and end. It does not only come with physical loss. It also arrives and seeps into my soul with spiritual and love loss. It slides into my heart after perceived loss The loss of art. The loss of music. The loss of creativity. The loss of laughter. The loss of joy. The loss of ea...