It's Coming To Us All
Quick note. I've been spending more time on writing and one of my paths has been to finally pick up my draft posts and finish them off. Welcome to yet another ...
Death.
Oops, sorry, did I make you jump, so sorry. It's a word that is so so much more than just a word. Feel the difference between, "death", the word, and oh I don't know, "stick". Both just words but wow the weight of the word "death".
For some the weight, that dark heavy lead smell and taste, is too much and we sidestep it by using one of many euphemisms available such as:
- passed on
- no longer with us
- departed
- resting in peace
Perhaps the toughest thing to have had to adapt to was her mother’s death last year, nine years after her father’s. “When you lose both parents you go into a different place. You lose your roots, and there’s something about me that feels very ungrounded. The foundations have gone, basically. It’s scary, but also quite liberating.” A tiny smile lights up her face in the gloam. “The possibilities are endless,” she says.
When death enters your life, and it absolutely definitely 100% will, then be kind and, if you need it (and who doesn't), get support.
Oh, and if the word "death" is too heavy to lift then fuck it, use one of the many euphemisms.
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