As I lie here on our driveway, and pet and caress our cat Patches, I marvel at the mystery of love and connection, and the diversity of life that expresses it, each in its own unique way.
I also reflect on the life, and the death, of my friend. As of 7:00pm this evening, he will be pronounced dead as a result of a Death With Dignity process.
I still marvel at the mystery of love and connection, and the diversity of life and how life expresses itself.
I also grieve for the death of my longtime friend, fellow book club group member, hiking partner, weekend vacation partner, couples dinner group participant (for the last 18 years), men’s cancer survivor writer’s group member, and one of the very few men in this universe who cared about what I had to say.
The way it all ended still leaves me somewhat disoriented, as if I have been on a spinning chair for the day. This morning was excruciatingly painful for me, as I contemplated our friend’s final day of life, after sharing time with him and his friends yesterday.
I do not pretend to understand this process fully.
I still marvel at the mystery of love and our interconnections, the diversity of life, and the infinite possibilities for its expression.
Wasn’t there any other possibilities? Perhaps a miraculous exception to the rule of life and death? Maybe a redo?
After the negotiations have been completed, I once again marvel at the mystery of life and love, life’s diversity, and the courage that it takes to face our fate as human beings.
Please save yourself,
before its too late.