I’ll never forget a dear friend holding me close and telling me not to fear death. “It's not like they say, don't believe it, it’s nothing to be scared of, Jo, it’s okay, I'm fine.”
Death and I aren’t strangers. Or at least, death is no stranger to me although he isn’t perhaps aware of my presence yet. While I’m not knowingly on his radar, I’ve seen him work. I’ve been at the edges, watching from the shadows as he performs his role. It’s often messy yet sometimes peaceful. It’s frequently unwelcome yet sometimes a blessing.