Death is in My House
/My daughter, Lena, experienced a near fatal health crisis about six months before she walked on. Contrasting her thoughts before and after that hospitalization, her words bring clarity to the thin veil between life and death.
After the hospital, in my mind, I quietly creep around the house at night.
Death sits and stares in shadow, in the living room chair, in low light.
I silently pass him by with no shudder or disturbance of sound.
To break his quiet solitude, was to arouse in him emotion that could only bring the inevitable closer.
I brush past him bumping shoulders on a busy city street, he always yields.
But not after the hospital.
Now he's in my house.
Have you or a loved one experienced a knowing, a forecast of the inevitable? What emotions might this knowing cause or release?
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