Comfort for Souls
I have had the privilege of witnessing the last days of many loved ones depart this world. From those experiences memories are tucked away, carefully chronicled without effort. It is strange the things I remember vividly, the small details which likely go unnoticed. I remember how my granddad looked as he lay in his bed in a coma. I remember an uncle in his living room in hospital bed, being given a sip of beer. I can still see the tears in the eyes of my grandma when my dad and I visited her and I told her I loved and appreciated her. People approach the end of their lives differently. I have realised everyone must face death all by themselves, even when surrounded by those who love them. In times of grief and sadness, superficial things fade away. In an instant we are given clarity about what really matters. I remember going into my aunt's home to visit her before she passed. Her health had been poor for some time and it w...