Alone at the end, really?

At the end of our life, are we truly alone on the journey? (Were we alone at the beginning — moments before birth?) Now that I’ve written it, it doesn’t seem plausible, realistic, and certainly not compassionate.  Even in the purely metaphysical and spiritual sense, this could be argued, especially if you are religious.  However, it’s difficult to argue that anyone can really know how you are feeling inside your body and therefore, that part of the journey is truly all yours.  From the outside looking in of course, most of us will have people with us, including family, friends, religious conduits and the ubiquitous medical professionals.

I’m a planner.  Can we plan for this journey?  If we’re fortunate, I’d like to think “yes.”


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