Worlds of Wonder

As most of you know, I spend my time with the dying, the dead, and the grieving. There can be overwhelming sadness, sometimes it sits like a rock on my spirit. But still, every so often, I witness a soul taking flight so clearly that words cannot define the experience. Death can be frightening and ugly and unsettling, I can't pretend otherwise. But sometimes it is so mystical as to be unbearably beautiful. Of course, that is unsettling, too. I was honored to witness one of those moments this week. Everyone in the room was shaken; the family didn't know whether to weep or rejoice, so they did a little of both. Hours later, they were still bubbling with a sort of excitement. I told them, but really I was speaking to myself, 'don't ever forget what this felt like.'