The Final Hour

Worries wash away like rain down a gutter,

Old photos, memories swept alongside.

Sudden longing for a bill to pay,

For something, anything, to matter.

Moments of panic; moments of peace.

Concerns for relatives. For friends. For pets.

Pangs of remorse for the weight they’ve borne.

Sadness. Longing. Anger. Wishing. Bargaining.

Bargaining.

My eyes open. My favorites seated by my side.

I see it, now. I never weighed them down.

Breath in. Breath out. The morphine, or the moment.

Worries wash away like rain down a gutter,

Old photos, memories swept alongside.

But I feel fine.

I see a hand grasp mine, and every cell in my body buzzes with warmth. With love.

The sensation of death is life unbridled, a tsunami cresting.

Then the crash.

Consciousness recedes with the sea, taking with it everything.

Back to the black depths of the ocean. Back to where my humanity began.

Mingling. Mixing.

Stirring sea and uplifting sand to create something new.

Rebirth.

This morning I learned of a friend facing her last breaths following a four-year battle with ovarian cancer. These were my thoughts in trying to put myself in her shoes as she and her family struggle through her final days. Hallie, you were the light of many lives. May your spirit blanket those your life has touched and be reborn in the wind and the water, to make this world a better place.

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