People tend to find solace in spirituality and God when their life is in jeopardy. If we have previously not paid attention to our mortality we will be forced to examine the hard questions as to what our lives have meant and whether they have had value and meaning.

It's probably a good idea to examine these existential questions before we get there but we often don't because we are too mired in the distractions of daily life and feel we can put things off while we are healthy. But if we don't do the heavy lifting before we are faced with brutal reality it can take our breath away with its bluntness.

I remember my friend Danielle speaking to me the day before she died how she had found peace and was ready. Over the 8 years of her illness she had made the journey of coming to terms with her past and what her previous suffering and joys had meant. She told me how at the end the simplest things like the sun filtering through her window and the sound of the wind in the trees were moving to her.

The year my father died I was 32 and did not understand the journey he had to make in his mind knowing he had very little time left,  but think I understand him a little better now.


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