One can't talk about death while she is seriously dying. She will be too busy either worrying about life after death or the lack of it or thanking the Lord that the end is near and the beginning nearer.
But death is not always physical. Death comes in every loss. Any loss. Death comes with pain,too. Almost all of the time.
As I lay dying refusing to think of the why's of my decisions, the mistakes brought about by my actions and inactions, I let everything fall freely to crush me. I don't believe in fighting death. I believe in acceptance. No, not abandonment, but the sweet surrender to the inevitable.
It is over. What is there to analyze?
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