During a pre-pandemic Lenten retreat, we read the beginning of Mary Oliver's poem “When Death Comes” and were asked to continue it in our own words. I wrote that when death comes, I want to meet it like a long lost friend with arms wide open. Most people have a hard time talking about death. At this retreat, we learned to talk about it because in recognizing that we will die is a way in which one can live more fully. Death and taxes…the only two things that are certainties in life. So why not accept it and appreciate the life that we have. Why be afraid of something that will happen with certainty?
My mother is 90 and is approaching the end of her life. She has an incredible life force and desire to keep going. There are things that she doesn’t seem to understand concerning her heath, but she does not act like she is going to die. She lives each day fully, albeit in a somewhat diminished capacity. She is an amazing example for me. I don’t want to reach the end of my life without having lived fully.
— MCW
My mother is 90 and is approaching the end of her life. She has an incredible life force and desire to keep going. There are things that she doesn’t seem to understand concerning her heath, but she does not act like she is going to die. She lives each day fully, albeit in a somewhat diminished capacity. She is an amazing example for me. I don’t want to reach the end of my life without having lived fully.
— MCW
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