We all know that death is a part of life.  How many times have you heard that saying that there’s only two things you can be sure of in life; death and taxes.


Today, of all days, I have had three versions of death presented to me.  

  • It is the 15th anniversary of the passing of my maternal Grandmother. 
  • A local lady who has been battling cancer closed her eyes for the last time today. 
  • I read through a reiki I did yesterday for the relative I am the closest to in my generation, and without the protection of the reiki, realised what information was given to me and the direness (new word) of that information.  



Death is a release. Death is freedom. Death for those left behind is the cruelest of cruel.


If ever the questions of why will be prevalent, it is when people die before their time.  My Nanna died at 78, her body was old and given her story, I think she did a great job getting there.  Stubborn comes to mind here.  😉


The local lady that passed today was far too young, in her 30s, my relative too is in their 30s.


We come to be on this plain with a life purpose.  Each and every one of us will make some kind of impact on someone from conception til death.


My challenge to you in this blog is to take stock of your life.  Today.  


If you aren’t happy at the very core of your being but would give anything to be happy, then work out what that thing is that you would give and do it.


First step is that you have to love life.  


If life is a battle, then some serious work needs to be done to love it.  


Please know, if you aren’t up for the battle, then that is ok too.  Do what you can to ensure that you can depart with the least amount of baggage to take to the next one.


One thing, and if nothing else from this blog sticks in your head, then make sure this does:  


When you put yourself first in all aspects of your life.  When your aim is YOUR happiness, not only is it for your greatest and highest good, it is actually for EVERYONE else’s greatest and highest good too. 


EVERYONE’s.


If your happiness makes someone else exit from your life, then that is in their best interest and yours for that to happen.  I will write about this again another day.


So, to finish, I will leave you with my favourite poem around death.  It always makes me feel calm and at peace when someone has finished their job here on earth.

When somebody dies, 
a cloud turns into an angel, 
and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.


A bird gives the message back to the world, 
and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.

People disappear, 
but they never really go away.  
The spirits up there put the sun to bed, 
wake up grass, 
and spin the earth in dizzy circles.


Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the daytime, 
when they’re supposed to be sleeping.


They paint the rainbows
and also the sunsets 
and make waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars 
and listen to wishes.
And, when they sing wind-songs, 
they whisper to us, 
don’t miss me too much.

The view is nice and I am doing just fine.