Grief is for the living. We grieve for ourselves at the loss of a loved one. I was very close to my mother during her cancer, fighting for her life. At a certain point, she was ready to spend what time she had left, living.
We spoke often of what it would be like on the other side. To get to Heaven. Truth be told, on the night she left, it was the most helpless, terrible feeling I've ever felt. I so wanted to see what she saw to feel what she felt. It was not to be.
In my work, I'm surrounded by death and sickness everyday. I often work with people who just want to die. In fact, this is the worst part of my job, forcing them to get up out of bed and exercise, walk, work, when they are ready to let go.
We are not our bodies. Our bodies are simply vehicles we use while we are experiencing our time on earth. I am the spirit living within this body I use. One day, whether young or very, very old, I will shed this body and my spirit will be set free.
I pray my loved ones, at that time, will celebrate our lives together in this world. That they will know we remain connected in love. Love cannot be lost in death. To this day I know my mom is near to me. I feel her, especially when need her the most.
Fantasizing the freedom from suffering, death will bring.