The Death Instinct…A Time to Live, and a Time to Die?

Yaz Rooney’s story  is truly moving, one worth being shared with everyone.

I too have witnessed someone packing up their lives as though moving onwards to another place. The week before my mother had her stroke (that then took her life three months later), she had made the radical decision to pack up her home. For as long as I can remember she kept all her fine china trapped behind a glass cabinet, and never had I seen it been used. Although during this week she gave it all away to me. And happily gave a lot of her belongings to her loved ones. At the time I was struck by her detachment and actually found it very liberating. Only a few days later she was struck by a stroke that debilitated her til her final breath. Her passing offered me an inner vision into clarity. I understand SACRED and that we are wiser than we’re all prepared to explore.

The Death Instinct…A Time to Live, and a Time to Die?.

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  1. Thanks for this beautiful reflection on your mother. I was with my mother the night before she died. She was well and alert and full of good humour. We decided to look through her mother’s (that is, my grandmother’s) photo album together, which we had done many times before. But, on this night, for the first time, my mother revealed many family secrets associated with the people in those photos. She spoke calmly, and with great love about some really heartbreaking things, and it seemed to me that she was somehow dealing with unfinished business, completing the circle. As you with your mother, I felt that my mother was at absolute peace with yourself and the world. It was a privilege and a blessing for me.

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  2. WordsFallFromMyEyes

     /  November 21, 2012

    This is amazing how your mother started offloading like that, a week before her stroke – really very interesting. China ‘trapped’ behind a cabinet glass – like the way you said that. Sorry, but I don’t understand unused things just sitting pretty.

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    • thanks for coming by. More often than not when we’ve transitioned through epic life changes we look back and the wisdom of the journey reveals that we did indeed have a ‘feeling’ something was going to happen. Know what I mean? I think unused china is the illusion of ‘what could be’… that grand dinner party that never happened or that amazing guest that never came… it’s a story at least and we all have them, right!

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