Knowing the Day
The day after tomorrow,
someone I know has chosen to die.
He’s ready, relieved,
and doubtlessly afraid.
Once I’m out of the body,
I’m convinced that whatever it is
will be a great adventure!
So I’m unafraid of the great unknown.
And I think that moment
of opening my other eyes
will be a passage simpler than birth.
Still, it’s the dying that scares me.
All I know is that his date with death
deepens my living of life.
He asks me to feel – how must it feel?
to know and live the day that’s last.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
I hope to have that choice myself, before my brain has left me unable to make it happen.