Dad died on Christmas day, and I was so grateful to be with him and Mum at that precious and profound time.
My Mother and Father gave me the gift of life, my first breath, and to be with Dad when he took his last, was a heartfelt privilege. I can see that we don't decide to take our first breath, nor the last. My lungs are a constant reminder that I don't have to try and breathe, breathing happens, despite and regardless of me. Conscious or unconscious, breathing happens. I can see that life is like this, it does me, I don't do it. Just like my lungs, it happens of it's own accord.
It was, and is, such a beautiful reflection to 'stop,' and see that life happens~ without me trying to make it happen, or not happen. Between the first and last breath, life unfolds and I can see that it has nothing to do with "me"~ that was my Fathers gift to me on Christmas ~ Love and gratitude to my Father Rod, aged 90.
Listen to ~ Have Passion
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