Being There In the End

Experiencing release when someone no longer suffers.

My heart

prompted my presence.

Intuition guided me

toward a friend

in need of another spirit.

I entered an otherwordly realm

of serenity.

Hospice.

An ethereal

sense of calm

in the aura of imminent death

came over me.

A soft-spoken gentleness

saturated the environment.

My friend’s partner

was fading quickly.

No time left, but to linger

until the end.

His fight was heart-wrenching

and there was little

left to give.

Labored, raspy breaths

indicated how hard

he fought the desire to live

or to be released.

We continued to talk

outside his room.

Listening for sounds of life

soon realizing the silence.

I continued to be present

for my friend.

His release was final.

There was nothing more to do

or say in that moment.

Release, acrylic on canvas, artist Michelle Lindblom

My heart was heavy. A friend’s husband chose to stop his life-saving treatment. The constant pain had become too much to endure. Coming to this decision gave him a sense of control over his body and some peace. He had not been given long.

I have been feeling a wide range of sadness for those who make these end-of-life decisions. Contemplating the purpose of our existence is real when someone is deprived of the activities that bring them joy, and the essence of their life is drastically altered.

My sorrow reaches out to those who painfully watch their loved ones suffer, myself included. These are the times when we don’t honestly know whether we can function without them. Sometimes, it leads us to question our purpose on this earth. This ultimately becomes an essential transition for those left to continue. Facing death prompts us to clarify our path.

To be deep into that end-of-life period as someone lies dying is the only way we’ll be able to determine our genuine reaction. And even then, it’s questionable because emotions often take over, and rationale meanders out the window. And because, as many of us know, grief is a roller coaster that can keep us hostage on its track for years without clemency.

For others, it’s a time of relief and a sense that life will go on. For those facing death, this is their wish for us once they’re no longer physically present. And in this situation, grief may take on a different tone. It will still surround us, but we can choose not to let it control our existence.

There are several kinds of loss happening here. The physical passing of the person dying and the heartbreak felt by those of us experiencing this loss. Life will never be the same again, which is yet another kind of death.

Over the years, as I’ve witnessed family and friends die, I have come to agree with the concept of choosing death if we are of sound mind and our options are limited.

I’m not on the side of “life at all costs.” It is our body, after all.

Thank you for reading.

Michelle

• “Release” artwork image: I completed this work on canvas after my father passed away from colon cancer. It was unbearable to see him in pain and although he did not choose to die, the cancer made that choice for him.