Excerpt from "Power in the Shadows"

It’s None of My Business…

…what your destiny is. Again, unless it’s revealed to me. And that I consider only by your will or the will of a Divine nature that I may be presented with it.

I’ve watched enough people die. And quite rarely has it come to the point where I wondered why you were taken. It is not something I wonder. Perhaps, it is not culturally accepted to not wonder why someone I may care about, or know is taken from the earth, apparently permanently. Yet, I feel it is not my business to ask, or to even find out the reason why you’re leaving or that you’re gone.

It’s only my business sometimes just to see you through. Or to suggest less suffering or a better way to get you through. Or perhaps to be there for others you may and eventually will leave behind.

Yet, it is none of my business as to why they feel, and how they feel about your departure from this realm, known as being in human form. And that is just how I see death. And it’s not of a religious essence, yet I do see death as life. It’s an inside job. That is, my insides tell me what it is that I should feel. My insides tell me, teach me how not to be self-involved in your departure. Yet, perhaps only in consoling you in your suffering, to make it better for you and those God has selected for me to care deeply about as in your living and in your passing.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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