It Is Final

Suddenly struck with a profound feeling of sadness.

Regardless of the new soul journeys awaiting me,
  sadness suffuses my being with the passing of this life.
  I feel immense sorrow in leaving this place, this existence.

The people, the undone business, the intentions,
  my grandchildren, born and waiting to arrive,
  my children, the future we might have had...

A stroke denying me the ability to communicate
  feels also as a death to me, perhaps even worse.
  The grief leaves a bilious feeling throughout my being.

There is no coming back from death.
  It is final.

I want to face this possibility,
  to allow my responses to it,
  to honor all the feelings, fully.