Ascension
Today is my father’s birthday. It’s not surprising that I’ve been thinking about him lately. A few mornings ago, as I lay in bed in the wee hours of the morning, I felt his love surround me. All felt warm and peaceful as I recalled his last few breaths. I remember this feeling well. The same cocoon wrapped around me the day before he died. It’s like I was present as his soul ascended from his physical body, even though he remained ‘alive’ by machines until all the family could gather around.
I do not fear death. In fact, I see it as a beautiful rite of passage now. We return from where we came. All paths lead home.