I’m a little obsessed with death, you might have noticed. When I first started my blog it was when my mum was dying, I wrote short stories and everybody died. I’d start writing maybe thinking of a happy ending and then oops another death.
Now I still write about death in different ways, I explore what it means. I’m a very happy and content girl, I just think about death a bit. It’s okay, don’t unfollow please, because death to me means new beginnings. I write of flowers wilting to come back again in the spring, suns gloriously setting and rising again and caterpillars transforming into beautiful butterflies. I believe there is more to life than the physical life we have here and think that we just move on somewhere and continue. I reads lots on near death experiences, as I said I’m obsessed!
Whatever death is I think it should be special, I think the dying should have the best possible care and be allowed to go when they are ready with their loved ones around them. It’s only a transition but we won’t see them for a while and thats difficult to manage for all of us.
Goodbyes are so important, as is giving permission. I conducted a funeral last week, I’m not a trained celebrant and it was strange how it came about but the family wanted it conducted with love and that’s what happened. It was a privilege for me to do this for someone, I mean it’s the last thing you can do.
Funny where life leads you and how!