My friend Death

Death has been with me for as long as I can remember. Death never ever speaks, but I can always see Death. She is not dark, or hooded, or wielding a weapon as she is often pictured. In fact, she resembles Gwenneth Paltrow. She lingers though; sometimes for years over the souls she is preparing to lead to heaven.

Death isn’t scary or unnerving; Death is calm and peaceful.

Doesn’t mean I would want to go with her anytime soon, nor does that mean I understand how she works. I have just seen her for as long as I can remember. I sense her presence when she is near and sometimes if she happens to be preparing a soul of someone close to me – I don’t even ever have to see her to know what is going to happen next. I almost always know the last time I will see someone.

I don’t think Death gets a fair shake. She doesn’t make the decisions; she just aides in the transfer of a soul. She is a guide; an assistant. She ensures that the soul arrives in Heaven safe and sound. Patient and understanding, quiet and calm. She soaks up the anger, resentment, fury, frustration, fear, grief and pain that people throw at her without complaint or judgement.

I just wanted to share my experience with her with all of you so that you could more clearly see her for what she was really like instead of how the world perceives her.