
(c) 2003
A Good Death
We die the way we live. I watched my mother
struggle against the odds all of her life, work hard to make things happen
all on her own, no matter what obstacles there were to overcome. And I
watched her struggle against dying.
"I want to be finished!" she says, pounding
her chest with one fist. Then she hollers passionately for another piece of
ice, which I place in her mouth. She yells, "The will to live! The will to
live is there!" and then, a few moments later she says, "Oh it is so sad! Everything I do is toward
living!"
She saw the dying coming, and she wanted to
die consciously. She grew impatient
for death to come and take her, for the struggle to be ended. Some weeks she
was maintaining at
a fragile level, other days she seemed clearly to be just hours away from
passing. And so I wondered, what is she waiting for? Who among us is holding
her here? Is her soul engaged in some unseen and unfinished process?
IT'S ALRIGHT WITH ME IF YOU GO
When my mother's mother was sent to a the
nursing home, Mother visited her every week for months and told her,
"It's okay if you go." And so I am doing that for my mom.
It takes a great deal of inner work to be
able to say that to your mother or anyone you have loved. To look into
the eyes of this person whose body is so clearly fading, whose will to live
may still be fluttering from time to time, and to say, "It's alright with me
if you go. I will miss you but I will be alright."
I cannot tell you why but I feel certain
that this is an important
tool in spiritual care of the dying. But it must be done so gently, from
the heart, in a way that neither wishes for the person's death nor for their
continued existence in the body. And that, my friend, takes alot of thinking
and working through.
A person's death is everyone's spiritual
activity. A woman is dying: her fundamentalist Christian brother prays she
will
repent and accept Jesus Christ as her savior. Can he release this need and
find it in his heart to say, "It's okay with me if you go?"
Her daughter is
angry with her for all the things children stay angry at parents for. Can
the daughter work her way through the anger and release it so that she can
truly let her mother go? Because when Mom dies, there are no more
opportunities to be angry with her. Then we are simply left with our own
feelings, which are inclined to burn their way to some kind of inner truth.
If you would like to email me your
experience with a loved one who has died, I
would very much like to know and might use the ideas in a paper I am
writing.
What does it mean to die awake?
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