My Evolving Relationship with Death

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In this post, I talked about the saying, "Death is a part of life." I shared how Rod's death became part of my life, and I pondered the cyclical nature of life and death.

I've recently come across another perspective of Death that is shifting how I think about Death's role, once again, in what remains of my life.

As I continue to move right on through my 60s, Death is becoming a kind of companion. Not one that scares, threatens, or judges me, but like a dear friend who walks alongside me and lovingly whispers, 

“Does this align with your values, with your authentic self?”​
"Is this how you want to spend this breath, to live moment?

Death encourages me to pay attention to what I focus on, to where I spend my time and energy. Not so that I will leave a particular legacy, but so that my remaining years are lived with authenticity and being at peace with myself. So when it’s time to take my final breath, I will be satisfied with the life I’ve lived.