Death and Butterflies
I’m just going to introduce this re-blog with a comment I left on the post. You all should just read this. Seriously.
Wow, my friend. Just wow. This post is probably…no it is the most profound one you have ever written on this site. IMHO. It speaks to my spirit which is fifty years old, in this lifetime, and rings truth to the core of what death really means. I mean, as far as we know. Despite all our combined years of paranormal research, we still have no idea what awaits. Our ideas are only that. Humanities egotistical attempt to construct an ideal afterlife. But then there are those intelligent ones who never go to that great beyond…wtf then, my friend… Give your Mama my love and tell her Happy Birthday for me. She sounds like an amazing woman. And Randy, I have read your writings for years and have learned from your wisdom. This blog post is a culmination of that knowledge and just about covers the feeling and beauty of living and dying, in just a few short paragraphs. Bravo, my dear friend, Bravo!!
Nobody wants to grow old, right? That’s probably because we know that death comes on the heels of growing old. It’s the natural progression – get old and die. Of course, lots of young people die as well, because this death thing rarely happens on cue; very few of us are prepared, and so it’s always a shock to someone. Still, old age is a sure bet with even odds all the way – you can always count on the same result. At some point, following the process of growing old, we will surely pass away. Done deal. We expect it.
My mother is less than one month from her 100th birthday. She’s been living with the intimate knowledge that something awful is imminent. She’s felt overdue for about 2 decades; living with the idea that “today could be the day.” And she’s understandably torn. Part of her wants to…
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