When my Mum was very ill, I woke one morning quite early, and knew she had died. Nothing happenned that i remember, I just knew. I was completely at peace with it.
Later, Dad sat my sister and I down, and told us. She died at the same at the time that I had woken up.
I was not frightened or upset. It just felt right. OK. As it should be.
Much, much later I was sitting round my Dads house. I had just told him I was expecting my second child, and he was so happy. Becky, my first daughter, had just taken her first steps in front of him. She just got up and walked to him, laughed and plopped back down. He had laughed.
He reminded me of an in-joke we had when I was in my early teens. something we used to say either to avoid an argument, or an explanation when it may hurt, or when we were just bursting with feeling. We each knew what it meant when we said it.
He then shut his eyes, took a big breath, and stopped breathing. Massive heartattack, but no pain or suffering, no fuss, just a quiet happy death.
My Mum shared her death, my Dad chose the moment of his.
Take a moment. And smile.
Bravo
A very sad, yet very uplifting story Meiah, as Shakespeare would say 'sweet sorrow'.
Thank you for sharing that.
evergreen
While both are huge things and sad I can somehow read your peace inbetween the lines that touches the heart of one... we each have those moments that tell us it is time to really live our life. Thank you so much for sharing.
david hobbs
Made me think of my parents and my brother. Yes it teaches you how precious your own life is.
