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Making Peace With Death When You’re Whole Life Is Still Ahead Of You
Because there are truly no endings, only beginnings
I’ve seen the light go out in people’s eyes more times than a human should.
But the truth is, people, die.
You and I both know that it’s a basic fact of life.
Death, I mean.
Sounds weird to write that out. To type on my keyboard that death is a part of life. Part of me is internally screaming that “No! No, it isn’t!”
It’s the end of life, literally.
Death is just death and has nothing to do with life.
Right?
Then one considers my last two decades as a trauma nurse and all of the tragedies I’ve witnessed. Just because I’m a nurse doesn’t mean that I am impacted less. Or that I’m less sensitive.
In fact, it’s the exact opposite.
It’s never easy.
Seeing death, I mean.
One second you’re desperately trying to revive someone, and the next, you’re seeing life leave…
Their eyes…
Their breath…
Their bodies…
