Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve 2005
Reminds me of a 2000 conversation with a friend working the late night EMS shift. A young boy struggled with life in the hands of my friend. His last breaths were shared with a calming voice saying "all will be ok"
It's hard to imagine what happens at the last moments of life, floating in and out and inbetween here and what will be there ...could you imagine... this experience must be frightful, maybe painful. There must be some overwhelming calm that would come over to take away fear, something seen?... would there be cognitive thought of the transition? Memories? The physical struggle of the soul... not body...between this realm and the next. At that final point. Would God be there. Satan. Both? Would there be a flood of emotions, reflections of choices made in life.
Death is where we are all the same, nothing to seperate us here except the impressions left on earth.

The ship of my affections-
Is not afraid of storms,
For it has as its sailors-
the eyes of my mother.