In the previous two posts, I shared a process I went through with my dying father, a process supported by the wisdom of my ancestors. Reflecting on these moments, I realized that my father’s dying process is his journey. I cannot layer my own agenda over his itinerary. I can, however, allow the witnessing of his process to enrich my own. I am reminded of a passage from the first book that describes this:

Terminal illness actually allows the window to open further, as the body’s physical needs drop away. There is greater capacity to be Touched By God, but less ability to move that toward others. The opportunity in dying is that the people who witness this have an opportunity to open. There are many opportunities, every day. Every minute.

*Grandmother Dreams, p. 3