DEATH - PEACEFUL AND BEAUTIFUL?

Here is a story of death and how it can be peaceful and beautiful thing.

Visited my late Father in Law's grave this morning. He passed away on 24th Dec 2011.
Sitting on the side of his grave stone it helps me to reflect that definitely all things will come to an end.
Our earthly revelry, sorrow, sufferings, anger and hate all will end.
Lying before me are people who were once well known, rich, successful and arrogant together with the humble, poor, destitute and down trodden.
All will end.
What's left are memories.t

Over the years I have seen many deaths; closed the eyes of a few; carried the remains of a few. Many people struggled to come to terms with their mortality. This story is not one of recovery but about the last journey of a lady named Grace who showed me how death can be peaceful and beautiful.

I met Grace somewhere in August 2019, she was in her 60s and suffering from stage four cancer of the lung. I assessed her in PPUM at the cancer ward. She was located next to the nurses’ station, which meant that she was critical and may go anytime.  Yet, when I spoke with her in PPUM I did not see death in her eyes but peace and full of cheer and life. I thought her visitors and relatives were the one dying, they looked so grimed.

Our conversation was fun and candid and she went straight to the question, “ Do you accept one who is about to die and could die anytime?” I thought that was pretty direct. and I replied, “Yes we do, because I have seen staged four recovered before, you may live longer than you think.”
She checked in a week later in one of the room with all the essential trappings. Oxygen concentrator, oxygen tank, morphine and the works.  She received many visitors daily and we even had a birthday party for her in the centre.
She had good days when she could sit up and chat with visitors and me. There were days when she almost departed. But in all the days she spent preparing for her eventual reunion with God. She prepared what to say and to give to each one of her friends and relatives. She even prepared something for each and every caregivers, nurses and myself. All these given to us by her niece after her death about 2 months later at her request, in her own home.

She was peaceful and happy till the end and this helped me to reflect the reason why her death was so peaceful and beautiful.

The reason was that her life was not her own to live but for others. She spent days in our place preparing all her luggages for departure.  It was death waiting at her door that gave her the life that she lived towards the end. When we got news of her death, me and our staff cried and when we receive each an angpau with our names on it, we were flabbergasted and lost for words. We asked, “How can someone who is going to die spent time  preparing angpaus for each for each of us with our name on it!?

It was because she did not live for herself and through her death we saw whom she lived for.

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