Death and Relations Can be Painful

Death Knocks Again

Death Knocks Again

Death knocked at our door again yesterday morning around 10:00am.  This time it was expected.  Anne had suffered for several months.  Holding onto life.  Staying alive at all cost.  She could only look out at us and the rest of the world.  You knew that her days were numbered, and the most you could do was hold her hand, rub her face, touch her head, and wisher your prayers and final goodbyes.

The struggle of dying is hard on those that are dying, and those that are left behind.  Neither can adequately say what they are feeling or even the final goodbye.  Each knows that life is leaving, but both desperately hold on hoping that today would not happen.  Yet, both know that it has, and that the time has come to move on, to transition to that next state that we all one day must become.

Departed and leaving behind, husband, children, brothers, sisters, in-laws, cousins, aunt, uncles, and friends, she cashed in her ticket that was given to her at birth.  No more pain, no more suffering, no more tears, no more struggle in this world.  Life for her has come to an end.

Memories are left behind for those remaining to hold, to cherish, to remember, and keep forever.

Rest in peace Anne Miles, we all love you!