Sitting from the place He once sat. Seeing the view of what he once saw. It helps me understand. It helps to understand the WHY’s of his last moments and the HOW’s. Vividly imagining the things he might have contemplated to himself while sitting from this very chair upon this very deck. I imagine how clear the sky might have been for him those days before. How clear his mind might have been. As the trees sway with the wind… so do the gust of my thoughts. Death can be abrupt, YES. But does one at times make a conscious decision to embrace it? Was it here that one decided to maintain this life or move on to the next dimension? Tell me how and why we can always see the calm before the storm? Why is it always darkest before dawn?
Why do we always see things clear as crystal before we see it all dark in death?
Why is life…?