It is hard to watch a loved one work through a terminal illness, let alone watch them work through their terminal illness, only to see them lose their fight for life. I know because I’ve been through it and know exactly how it works.
As reality sets in, the feeling of hopelessness comes over us as we continue to work through the days that lie ahead. As panic sets in, we begin to work on autopilot, as we cling to the hope that we have another day to try to turn something around.
Having to come to terms with losing someone, makes their passing seem final. As we are forced to come to terms with the possibility that we may lose our loved one, we forget that the cycle of life exists in this timeframe. Although loved ones physically leave us, spiritually they will always be around us. They’re never far away.
To some death is final. It’s the black hole we equate with death that nothing exists after their passing. The door we close doesn’t stay closed at all. A person’s passing is eternal, it continues in the after life. Death marks the transition and crossing from one life to another, in a different time zone. That’s all.
If we can believe and come to embrace that concept, we will never fear a loved-ones passing or see it as final. Anyone’s passing is inevitable and eternal.