You know your mama’s bound to die.
All my trials, Lord.
Soon be over.
That is a pretty bleak message. It is in the category spiritual. It is the song of a mother trying to comfort her child from her deathbed. This week the Grubs are trying to reconcile all that.
Frankly, if I were to die tomorrow, I would consider it a blessing. No, I am not looking to die. I am acknowledging that a quick passing can be a blessing. I would prefer not to end life in the prolonged or agonizing manner that so many are forced to do.
In the Grubs case, it wasn’t traumatic; it was prolonged. They had the sorrow of seeing a different person emerge and a ‘retirement’ home the result. The news is full of reports of people who ‘wander off’ from those settings. The news reports their enfeebled state; but, I now wonder if it wasn’t a moment where their rational thoughts had briefly returned and they were seeking an escape from that which a ‘passionate’ society had gifted them. The current methods are certainly better for the family; but, I think I’d prefer a more primitive approach that allowed me to go sit on the mountain’s side and watch a sunset or two in speeding the process.
My mother’s passing wasn’t pleasant