Cold - dark - silent!
Question - is this real?
What comes next?
Has the sky really opened up? Will the sunshine appear again?
Will I see my Lord? Am I worthy?
This dark tunnel - there's light at the end of it.
What will I see at the end of it?
Dottie was always such a "bouncy" - vivacious person + often spoke in sort of "off the top of her head." But then she was slipping away. I held her hand as I watched over her. As those last deaths came I kissed her on the forehead, told her I loved her. And now I frequently visit her at the Cathedral garden. dottie, Tom, Craig + now Miriam. Our years of friendship were short - life is short - and those years pass before me as I stare at the plaques that identify each of you - and I weep - May peace be with you.
Time passes quickly - life is short. It is not until well past middle age that one faces this fact. All of a sudden I am an elderly woman + am being treated as such. I am counting my years ahead as less than I've lived in past. I'm trying to adjust to this but it's hard to accept. Showing my love + my love for my Lord surely will help me accept end of life gracefully. Without love there is nothing.
Peacefully - with my Lord at the end of the tunnel of death.