When dying is beautiful.
by littlemissfuneral
When I think of dying I become afraid.
Not of death itself,
but of the act of dying.
I don’t want it to hurt.
I don’t want it to last long.
I want to slip from this life into the next.
And when I think of dying in that way,
as in being born again,
I’m not afraid.
I think of how I’ll feel when I’m with my grandpa again.
And if I think that the ocean is beautiful now,
think of how spectacular it will be in paradise.
When people I love die, I hurt.
I don’t understand it.
But I’m not meant to understand everything.
I’m meant to do my best.
I’m meant to trust in God.
What we have here is only temporary.
But one day when I close my eyes,
I will open them to a permanent love.
A love that fully embraces me.
And when I think of dying in this way
I think death is very beautiful.
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I have been an RN for over 40 years. When my Dad died in 2012, I knew there was something more for me to do than what I was doing as a RN. I went do school to become a Funeral Director- graduated with honors and passed the National Board Exams. However, as an apprentice, there were tasks that physically I could not do. I left Funeral Services physically, but not spiritually. I found your poem very moving and so real. I wish that situations in my life worked out differently, but Everything happens for a reason.
Thank you for sharing your story with me. I am sorry that things didn’t work out as you had hoped, but I pray that you know I’m your heart the difference you have made in the lives of others. It takes a special person to be a RN. That’s something I could never do, thank you.
A beautiful poem your words touched me. I do believe many feel the same way as your poem states.