​The idea of dying is not something to be feared or dreaded or simply ignored. Many writers for the book, The Joy of Ageing, Esoterically have a sense that they have had lives before and will do so again; that our essence is divine and as energy never dies so too is our spiritual aspect immortal. 

​When a close relative was diagnosed with a terminal illness for some time we talked a lot about the illness, but not about death or dying. Whenever the ‘d’ word was mentioned it was ushered away, hushed, and left as an ‘elephant in the room’. This attitude toward death is all too prevalent in today’s society.

At nine years old I was snuggled next to my father with his arm around me when he died while we were watching a movie with the family on a Sunday evening. He died from a massive heart attack brought on by a blood clot from a broken leg, which had gone septic from osteomyelitis of the bone. As a child, I felt devastated and took on a great deal of sadness from a feeling of loss and the way others talked about death.

For as long as I can remember I have not understood why it is said that some people go to heaven and some go to hell – it never really made any sense to me. I did notice however, that someone could create heaven or hell on earth for themselves, or other people, depending on their personal life choices.