My relationship with death has changed.
It has taken me it has taken 59 weeks for me to get the courage to pen this down. My Mom passed away 59 weeks ago and that was when this journey started.
I never really thought about death I have experienced the death of loved ones but it’s not until it happens to someone who’s really close to you then it always seems so far. Like an abstract idea.
I always thought of death as the end of life. Like that persons life has completely come to an end but the past 59 weeks have taught me that death is a transition from one stage of your journey to another. That the journey doesn’t stop simply because they are no longer here physically. The love they have for you doesn’t end and the love you had for them becomes more intense i think it has to do with the fact that the feelings have to transcend this physical plane that we live in.
It’s been a journey coming to this realization. This doesn’t take away from the days when your heart hurts so much it becomes physical pain. That there are days you cry yourself to sleep because it doesn’t make any sense. How could someone you love so much no longer be there?
How will your life be without that person?
Then you realize the only way is to learn to live in the present not the past where you had the person or in the future where this person isn’t there physically but live in the now learn the dynamics of this relationship
This is a new normal.