Even in planning the details of her service she rejected certain realities. Another aunt who passed over a year ago couldn't accept death was coming. She fought acceptance to the extent that she left this world in fear and struggling. This makes me both sad and confused.
Although my religious beliefs are very different from my aunts (Wiccan versus Catholic), both incorporate a new beginning after the veil. I am not such a fatalist as to avoid treatment for illness and accident, but I respect Death and what it means. We should fight to stay alive up to a point. We should also recognize when the door is swinging open and that we can't keep it closed any longer.
Accept and embrace Death when it comes. How we die can be as important as how we live.
