Death

We are all insignificant. We are born, have consciousness, and then we die. “There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. …

What happens next? I’ve always been fascinated by death and what happens next. Not in a gruesome slasher movie kind of way or anything like that. I actually hate slasher flicks. I’m not terribly interested in the physical process so much at all. Actually, the physical process frightens me somewhat…

My aunt died on hers You might want to read this one first if you haven’t already. My Dad Tried To Have Me Sectioned Trigger Warningleonora-watkins.medium.com I don’t like a birthday fuss, I never have. I would rather my birthday slip by discreetly with minimum attention. No presents, no balloons, I’m fine with a WhatsApp message. …

I lost my Daddy today. — My Daddy has been slowly fading away for a while. Seven long years of dementia. Painful years put strain on my family. Parkinson’s, no walking. Bad eyesight, no reading. Bad hearing. So, easier to just fall deeper into his own world, and ignore the people around him. Except for me…

and her message for all of us — Last week I spoke with a woman over FaceTime. Our talk was “normal” in the way of most FaceTime virtual connections. The woman, however, had died several years ago. No Accidents I was unconscious when I spoke to the departed woman. Dreaming, many might say. …

Every week the garbage truck comes. And every week, I roll out a bin filled with expired food, used tissues, kitty litter and something of my mother’s. Something she bought, kept, took into this house and placed on a shelf only for me to collect it and throw it away…