I asked her if I could quote her and she laughed. It was a wonderful conversation about holding space for all of what the experience of dying means.
The grief – anger, sadness, frustration, aloneness, and at the same time being present to the sacredness of the act of dying. Being aware of the love, the memories, and the incredible process of a soul getting ready to leave its body.
"In my soul I know it's true."
I sit here and try to find more words to add to the blog, and slowly I realize that there are no more words.
She captured the essence of her experience in one sentence.
I am humbled.