The "D" Word

The subject very few want to talk about.

But I do.

Ever since my best friend died shortly after I turned fourteen, and ever since one of the twins I was carrying died before he was born, I have tried to figure out death.  This brain has a hard time with the concept.

When I was younger, death always came to take away old people - my great-grandparents, great-aunts and great-uncles.  I could justify that.  Old people wear out and die.  Makes sense.  (Of course, at the time, I never thought I would ever be one of the old people.)  In our family, we didn't do grief, so after the obligatory funeral, we went on with life as usual.

I didn't even grieve the death of my best friend.  It wasn't because I was some kind of young, but advanced, person who saw death from a deeply spiritual perspective - it was because I didn't know how to feel the immense feelings that normally come crashing in when someone so close is suddenly gone for good.

With all of the deaths that have occurred around me, I don't think that I truly felt the heart-breaking loss of someone I loved until the best-dog-in-the-world, Buddha, died last year.  The deep ache was intense and immediate.  It knocked me to my knees.  I always said that the Buddha dog was my teacher.  His teachings continued with his death. 

Oh.  I haven't cried about him in so long, but writing about it now, the floodgates have opened.

If I'm not interrupted by Someone wanting me to watch a puppy training video or the constant interruption of Dharma puppy wanting to play and eat my hands, I'm interrupted by uncontrollable, tearful outbreaks.

Okay.  Back to the subject at hand.

Unless a person has already died in some respects, a cancer diagnosis will probably bring up death issues and plaster them all over the walls so that they can't be ignored.

And is it me, or have you noticed that people are dying all the time?  A day doesn't go by where I am not aware of strangers in other countries dying, thanks to our drones; other strangers dying from the effects of Hurricane Sandy; people I know dying of disease; friends of people I know dying of all kinds of things.  We're dropping like flies, I tell ya.

It's one of the most common events to take place here, and I still don't understand it.  I really don't think that death was created in a way where brains could understand it, other than to know that life is born and later dies.  The end.

Sometimes, I feel completely at peace with the "D" word - it's a normal and natural phenomenon. The unknown, which I am curious to explore when the time arrives.  As Ram Dass' friend said about death, "Tell them that it's absolutely safe!"

Still, I don't even know for sure that anything really dies.  The body morphs.  Does the identification of "I", "me" go anywhere?  If so, how?  If you have an opinion about that, I would love to hear it.

It's all amazing.  A mystery.

The other night at about 1:00 a.m., Michael and I put blankets on the grass and some of those rice-filled, microwaveable shoulder warmers inside our coats, then we stretched out in the dark and cold to watch a meteor shower, which we never saw because it was hidden in the glow of the city lights.  The sky was HUGE beyond imagination above us and, I assume, below us and all around us.  The stars, so far away, were messengers from the vastness of the universe and beyond, reminding us how small we are, yet how much a part of it all we are, also.

Noticing the perfection of the universe, I realized that all that occurs here on this little planet (including our death and the deaths of people we love) must also be perfect.  How can this little part be any different than the whole? 



Latest Dharma teaching:  Run like a wild woman (or man) and let no obstacles get in your way (crawl under them, if you have to).  And after you have exhausted yourself with complete and utter recklessness, willingly succumb to a big, delicious, snoreful nap.  No thoughts of the future or dying; no stories about being abandoned at an early age.  Only this, right now.

 Dharma demonstrating delicious, snoreful nap - to be done on a human's lap, of course