The day I met Death

Waiting for the Wanderer : By Shume

The day I met Death

It was a regular day .Nothing out of the ordinary.

Home from work and  another soul  passed over.

Sad, profound and beautiful.

The family were of course devastated. How do you tell a loved one of someone deceased, that you did all you could and now they are at peace?

You just do.

You offer solace and shoulder to cry on. You offer a break down of the medical process of the body preparing to go home.

You offer your heart in their grief.

You answer questions and offer advice on the next step if needed.

Yes, a normal day at work.

Blessed, privileged and drained.

Exhausted, I go to sleep.

I wake to find myself staring up at Death.

He was silently watching me.

It was bizarre because although I was staring up at him, I could see my whole room laid out before me. I could see my husband and my body lying in our bed.

The lamp was on.

I was watching him, watching me.

He was massive and his head touched the 12 foot ceiling.

I wasn't scared; he emanated an absolute power and a finality that I find hard to describe.

He held a staff and was hooded.

His face was void. I could have fell into that void, forever.

There was peace there.

At this point my head was swimming. All I kept hearing in my mind “was wake up and breathe”.

I was at some point, I think holding my breath. It felt like his robe was enfolding me and I was suffocating.

It would have been a good death, enfolded in his arms.

I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to stay in his presence. I never took my eyes off him.

Next thing I was bolt upright and gasping for air.

Well what do you expect, when death is near?

There was no lamp on and I was like, what just happened?

It wasn't dream, it was real, I had just met  death.

This happened over 15 years ago.

What was his message? You know what, every time I think I’ve figured it out. I know I really haven’t.

I’m not supposed to. 

All I know, death is a bridge we all must cross.  And I know he will be there when it’s my turn.

It gives me endless comfort.

That was my first  encounter with Death in a such a physical, all senses tuned in ,visceral way and  I shall never forget it.

He is still around me , Albeit in a  not so dramatic way!

He brings comfort, solace and understanding of the death and dying process.

He enfolds those grieving within his arms and offers peace.

Not to mention those he take's home.

He is the Gatekeeper from this life to the next.

​All encompassing from life to death and beyond.



~Rainbowalker~