posted on May, 24 2014 @ 09:48 AM
Some people float away, pass in their sleep, go quietly into that good night. Some cling to their body, regardless of ill health or dilapidation.
This lady that lived next door was 94 years old before she finally gave it up. She suffered from episodes of swooning at the end that caused her to
fall over and get horribly injured, with hematomas and broken bones, followed by long convalescent periods of healing. Then she would reappear,
pushing her walker along and everyone would wince when she appeared unsteady, waiting for her to face plant again.
She insisted on taking these walks, no matter what anyone said. I used to follow her around walking my dog, kind of keeping an eye on her. At the end,
just before she passed, she was gathering rocks with her walker from the neighbor hood and piling them up in her front yard. Just gathering rocks and
piling them up.
They are still there, a large pile of stones in the front yard that nobody has bothered to move.
The impression I got was she wanted to cling to the physical world as long as possible, no matter what. Kind of hard on her family and friends,