Death is not a popular internet topic. Unless your pals are Goth poets, and Goth poets are mostly too young to have held hands with the dying.
Now that I consider… Our modern world sometimes puts the dying away before they are dead. People don’t die at home now. People no longer die surrounded by the familiar, eased by the touch of a lover. We hire strangers to “help”.
Our culture deprives us of death.
We celebrate babies and kittens and puppies… We shun the end of the cycle.
I am not intending to be cruel to any who have said goodbye to friends or mates or children. Those of us who are old enough to repaint have “buried” more than we care to say.
I am saying our way of doing… keeps death at a distance. We no longer wash the corpse while we grieve and touch the cold flesh to KNOW life has left.
Few know how long rigamortis lasts or other cold realities of dying.
Several years ago an old horse I had cared for and fed laid down and never got up. When I found him he was still warm. His neck was wet from the other horses licking him.
I knew as I approached life had departed. There is something about the look and feel of death. It is unmistakable.