On Tuesday of this week, the 14th, my older sister died.
In the same hospital where earlier this year, on the 14th of a different month, our mother died.
The same experience of death.
It crossed my mind as I drove home, distraught and sobbing, that in certain situations, for instance War, people possibly saw death almost too frequently to even take it in...that it became something they just acknowledged, or didn't......that it was too commonplace and inevitable to notice.
Let alone to cry over.
And I also wondered about how I could possibly and truly believe in two separate and different things at the same time......absolutely ........that there is no God and once you die you are just an empty skin and bone mass to be disposed of,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and yet at the same time believed that there is some sort of 'other place' and existence to go to.
I only know that as I stroked her face and kissed her, I whispered to her 'can you see mom? shes's there waiting for you...go to her darling....go to her'
And she did.
