I'll have sunshine and starlight
Great gusts of wind a-blowin'
A silently falling summer mist
My feet upon cool earth

Such vibrant colors -
the spring green of the willow
the clear blue sky
with bits of wispy clouds
the white daytime half-moon

Is it a coincidence?
I don’t think so
I could make a playlist
first your song
then two of his -
songs of remembrance

Some days feel as though
I’m lying in a mud-pit
the world is drab and dreary
there’s no getting out
the mud slimes all over

What if we could make peace with death and the choices surrounding it? What if we were willing to have a conversation about death? In the last four years, I’ve learned some things about death and dying. They aren’t all easy. And, it’s left me with questions I’m still pondering.

Photo by Jason Williard (1981-2016); used by permission.

Darkness? That's okay.
Joy? Revel in it.
Uncomfortable? Let it be.
The pain comes in the struggle to be other than we are at this moment.