When my mother died nearly twenty years ago, my world turned upside down and I was completely unable to continue with my life as I had known it before her death. I didn’t know how to live without my mother and I struggled mightily.
One day, several months after mom’s death while I was still as raw as the day she died, a friend who wanted to help me said, “I know it hurts Marion. It’s a really good thing people can only die one time.”
My friend and I were out walking on a trail and I don’t remember what I said after that or very much about the rest of our walk. But for the life of me, I couldn’t get her “people only die once” comment out of my head.
Of course we only die one time. Why would she say something so obvious?
Perplexed, I just accepted that she must be trying to soothe my pain by reminding me that I won’t ever have to go through it again.… Continue reading