Auntie was dying my cousin was crying Images playing havoc with her brain Caring for loved ones is such an incredible drain, and yet when their passing to Glory everlasting we hold on and try to keep them here. Cousin was crying , My Mother is dying can you please come and be with me Mine is for the doing and my heart is wide open, "Yes I will be there for you!" But you must face this bravely for there is comfort and rest for the saved see and death is not the end. I know at this moment you don't want to hear that and this you may not comprehend. But death and dying are significant matters in which some cultures lack faith, what a waste, the sack cloth and ashes, falling into the casket when we should be celebrating the life lived instead. There is nothing to dying when a soul is at rest and once you are dead, what else can be said. Flowers and sad songs do some sing, black dresses and memorial do ring, I wish every funeral I have to attend could be like the ones in New Orlean's where everyone both weathy and pauper are celebrating as though annointing a king Yes , grief does bring sadness, and overwhelming sadness at that. But, when God is calling a loved one home we must simply accept the fact. It is not a cruel act, it is a sweet surrender, to be placed in his arms warm and tender. To return from whence we came. To a place where if we have lived right Heaven is the name. My cousin is crying! My auntie is dying, I have been the spokesperson at many such occassions. A cup at first I was unwilling to bare. But if God would have me bare witness then I most certainly need to be there. Yes, my dear cousin you are losing your mother. But look what she left you three sisters and a brother. And extended family galore. I know you love her and really adore her. But, let your sweet mother know, that it is well with your soul and she can now let go!