It's been awhile since someone that I've known passed on. This time around it was one of the hospice clients on my list. She left this morning.
When I decided to take on the task of volunteering with individuals whom are on the verge of transition, I knew that surely someone would take that step. Since this is the first person, and a while since I have been close to human death, it is an interesting time to reflect.
A simple statement: We take life for granted. When your daily activities consist of waking, performing some work, or task, consuming and entertaining, and resting, day in and day out. It's hard to contemplate any stop to the cycle. Even more so when our friends, family, and everyone around are doing the same. Non-stop, here we go. We live forever, don't we?
This first passing has opened my eyes and senses more to what, at first, was an intangible goal: to learn more and become intimate with Death. I now am one step closer to knowing who She is, Death, and what She is like. My first impressions are that She is covert, hidden, transparently fixed within our daily moments. At first, I found Her to be scary, feeling that She was lurking and stalking weak and diseased prey like a black jaguar of the jungle, waiting to pounce when we least expected.