Raison d' etre

Pardon my French, but I got it! I found a good reason to blog. Yesterday's theme stayed with me all day. Death is a universal, relevant topic that a lot of people are concerned about, and everybody must face. And I really love it.

I've been close and lost the fear of it. I can introduce my friend Death online and help folks approach it in a more relaxed way. Yay!

It will mean the birth of a new blog. I'm working on it, don't want to be premature (as I was myself). Thank goodness for my mother and her dying song. I'll make a duet of it, go through the steps with her, and anyone else who wants to dance along.

Oh thank you, God! (My agent, source of inspiration and best friend)

Meine Mutters Beschäftigung mit dem Tod hat plötzlich einen Sinn. Wenn man sich ohnehin damit auseinandersetzen muß, wieso nicht mit einem Blog? Ich bereite eine Webseite oder Ähnliches vor, die meine Arbeit in dieser neuen Phase (ich habe mich ziemlich entwickelt seit dieser Blog von sich aus entstand) besser darstellt.

Aber dieser, mein erster Blog, er bleibt bestehen. Vielleicht geht er in die unbezahlte Rente und arbeitet nur ab und zu...Mal sehen. Ich sage rechtzeitig Bescheid, falls Ihr da seid. Schönen Sonntag.

Death/ Tod

Last night, my aunt rang, worried. My mom keeps telling everyone she's dying and wants to see them before she goes. Right. Well, aren't we all? Death is just a symptom of life, albeit the last.

I told Aunt Caroll, it may be true as ma is a bit psychic, but there's nothing I or anyone else can do. Sure, I'll visit her, whenever I can. But I won't drop everything to set up a death watch. Been there, done that and have the scars to prove it.

I will write my mother a real letter, though. Electronic is not substantial enough. I will tell her, that if she's dying, that's fine by me. I won't hold her back.

I may cry, or not, depending on how I feel. But emotions will pass and I'll take care of whatever her death entails. That's it. I'm ready. For her death, or my own.

Life is just a breath. And it's not for me to say when it ends. But until it does, I'm grateful for and make the best use of each breath when it comes. And then one won't. Death is that simple. When we struggle with the concept, we create confusion and stress. Why?

Warum sich mit dem Tod auseinandersetzen bevor er eigentlich da ist? Er kommt ohnehin, ob ich darauf warte, oder nicht. Nichts ist totsicherer. Ist das nicht befreiend? Eine sichere Sache im Leben, worum ich mich überhaupt nicht kümmern muss. Hurra! Wenn doch alles so einfach wäre...