Recently I have wondered why we celebrate birth with the born but do not celebrate death with the dying. I have a terminal illness and my children, family and friends and are preparing for the end of my life by sharing time with me.
To me this time is a view of the treasure of my life and a view of the love that makes it so.
Palliative care will accompany me and my people to the end and I won't need all the somber celebration, with the cups of tea, cakes, and triangle sandwiches,( which I wouldn't get)to make it feel better.
We will have been together and laughed and cried together, and loved together.
The House of Life will have both a Front Door and a Backdoor. It will be Complete.
A Change is Going to Come.