You’re still in the same body.
You’re still living. And now you know that you’re also dying.
We’re all also dying.
We all have an expiration date.
The cause of death was life, I’ve heard it said.
I think we live and love and create in a dream that we can just keep existing forever.
Until we get a diagnosis and the numbers that come with the miracles of modern medical testing.
More than X number of weeks.
Maybe a year.
Oh it’s maddening. I wrote something in my directives that says, “Don’t offer a prognosis to me. Ask me if I’m ready to have the conversation first.”
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if we didn’t hold on too tightly to what the data and statistics tell us are the likely outcomes. If we could sidestep resignation and stay in the energy of living more easily.
This is the sh*t that I’m getting to see, question, sit with.
And over which I’m dissolving regularly into a hot mess of snot and tears.
I never thought that my cherished one would ever be gone and certainly not before me because I’m older.
The love and awareness that I am and the love and awareness that she is won’t expire when we do.I wish knowing this helped dissolve the grief.
If you’ve lived long enough for this to be meaningful for you, you don’t have to walk this road alone.
Book a brief call with me. I will walk beside you. You can lean on me. https://bit.ly/discoverySK30
I’m Sue Kearney, lifelong learner in the third third of life. Find out more at https://suekearney.com