Have you ever been to death's door?
It changes you.
Maybe a new wrinkle on your face, maybe your smile shifts slightly... but something happens in you.
I was just there, death's door. I walked my dad up to it. Waited, watched the door open and let him inside and then closed on my face.
How quickly he is gone. No more opportunity to ask advice. No more trips, movies, chili, gift exchanges. He can't walk the streets, put on his hat, or eat ice cream any more. And my relationship? No more frustrations, angers, unforgiveness... all that matters is that we ended well.
I felt honored to walk my father up to that ominous door.
To hold his hand as he waited, to kiss his forehead and look into his eyes one last time.
Honored that we were together- he was not alone on death's doorstep.
Free
He is
Am I?
I walked away from this door, but now I groan from depths I didn't know existed.
I ache with emotional sciatica that wakes me at night. I know its coming for me someday. I have seen it with my own eyes.
Reflection
Life is a gift.
Live
Dream
Pursue
There is no better feeling in life than to know you have helped someone in need, shared with those around you, or made a smile come into existence... we all have the power to do just that.
Be Kind
To ALL
That's what its all about
