198 Slipping Quietly Into Death

We are surrounded by death. It is currently anyone’s game. No guarantees. That is always the case, but with the eyelids open just a wee bit more, the realization is bright.

People die.  It is a part of the cycle.  The American culture is ill prepared.  When one ponders just one element, say the political situation, it illuminates our disconnection with God with the big picture.  But we have messed up values.  Look in a grocery cart.  Watch a half hour of the news or Youtube.  Consider the financial direction of a paycheck.  Frightening.

Suffice it to say, I don’t recommend self judgment.  Just a moment with the eyelids more than cracked can send a person over the edge.   Open them slowly, carefully, and with a lot of self compassion.  And look inward.  Use any judgment that pops up to look inward.  That could clear the hatred, a lot.  Compassion.  

Debby’s dad Leslie Clinton House died a few week ago.  He was diagnosed with cancer, underwent treatment, and was living normally.  The last I heard, he was helping with the cats, feeding and cleaning up after them while Debby spent time in the hospital.  

Portrait of Leslie Clinton House July 1944- November 2020. The father of Debby Silence Michele's friend.
Leslie Clinton House July 1944 to November 2020

He died peacefully, sat down with a cup of coffee, and slipped to the other side.  Quiet.  Simple.  No melodrama.  I think it was his form of perfect.

She misses him, misses the idea of him, longs for the tasks and love of the human form.  Of course. 

We are surrounded by death.  It is currently anyone’s game.  No guarantees.  That is always the case, but with the eyelids open just a wee bit more, the realization is bright.  

Am I doing what I want to do with the last year of my life, the last month, the last week, the last day of my life?  Are you?  

We may be here for decades.  Or we might slip to the other side in a heartbeat.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

2 thoughts on “198 Slipping Quietly Into Death”

  1. Thank you for mentioning my father. I do miss him, but I work everyday at trying to see his death as beautiful and soothe myself with the knowledge that he is free from pain and disease and probably happiest can be seen his sister and brothers that are already on the other side. It’s hard to stay in that state of mind and I have been so blessed to have you when I am being really human.

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