do most, who hadn’t before, desire to tell the truth when death is near?
the old self lies to maintain the false reputation, the false self.
the renewed will not desire to lie to anyone, not even one’s self.
I am wretched is the truest statement there is.
But also “yet go I by grace.”
when death is near,
the diagnosis the reminder of the sentence
for most who have lied to themselves
most of their life.
couching oneself in small comforts and happinesses
that never fulfill.
We rarely think or contemplate “I will die”
or if we do it is a long way off.
When it approaches,
possibly a relief to some; others a fight to live,
but to die well, one wishes tell those one loves what they mean to them.
while others lament their lives in despair.
while yet others think there will be more time and never say …
what needs to be said,
family bereft of final wisdom or a phrase of comfort.
do we have anything left to say at the end?
but only what is remembered?