Death is not my enemy.
Death has shown me kindness. Didn't keep me, back in April 2000. Things to be done, so death sent me back after seven minutes. Not yet, death murmured.
Death didn't take my mother right away. Nor my father. Nor my beloved Susan. Nor Anna, or Tisha, or Mischa. I give you one more good day. One more good night. One chance to say goodbye.
An evening of family photos and shared stories. A hearty meal and plans for a home recuperation. A loving smile, a gaze that saw all the way into my heart, and whispered words of love. An hour of affection that transcended weariness. A contented nap beside me. A weary head resting on my arm.
Take these moments. My time comes soon. I can wait a little longer. I have eternity.
Sometimes it takes a while to see what death gives. Too busy raging against what death takes.
Discomfort. Fear. Confusion. Anguish. Pain. Death takes those, too.
Not entirely, though. Death leaves a bit of those feelings in us so that we can comprehend what those we love endured before they were taken.
What you feel now? They felt it, too, only so much more. I ended their discomfort. Their fear. Their confusion. Their anguish. Their pain.
That's not the action of my enemy. I can see that now.
Someday death will be my final friend. Not yet, I murmur.
Take these moments. My time comes soon. I can wait a little longer. I have eternity.
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