Saying Goodbye To Someone Who Is About To Pass Away

When someone you love will die, it’s hard to find the words to say goodbye. In the midst of all the anxiety, it may feel like it is coming like a waterfall, but nothing you say can fill the emptiness you feel inside. You know that a beautiful garden with colors that once bloomed will die, and that no one else will make it grow again.

These are the beloved: flowery gardens that gild your life, rain to your deserts, color to a gray afternoon, and shade where the sun burns. Sometimes you forget that no garden can bloom forever, that a stubborn winter will always force you to say goodbye.

Death used to be a strange visitor who showed up without warning. But now it is different. Science can keep you alive even if you are unconscious. Science has also given us the opportunity to prolong pain without hoping to find relief.

On the other hand, it is now also possible to choose the day, time and way you want to die. You can place yourself in a place that science has never been able to name. Euthanasia is a type of programmed death that, although predictable, does not give us more comfort and no greater sense of control.

To say goodbye without knowing how

We are all doomed to death since birth. But not knowing when it will occur opens a door of uncertainty, which is encouraging and frightening at the same time. But if death has a definite month, day and time, then the clock begins to accelerate the rhythm of anxiety. One minute more is one minute less. Each shared moment becomes a different way of saying goodbye.

Euthanasia is one of the complex situations that puts you in front of a painful paradox. On the one hand, you want to respect the person’s will, and you should be ready to say goodbye with gratitude in your heart. But on the other hand, you feel a little desperate when you think about what the world will be like without that person. How you will look for this without success, except in the dry tracks of your own tears.

No one says goodbye to life without sadness. No one makes the decision about euthanasia without spending many sleepless nights looking for solutions that never show up. The physical and emotional pain must end.

The decision is made when they know that when they cross that border, they can never be the same again, but that suffering has invaded every second of every minute, and that they have no more individual freedom. At that point, death comes as a refuge.

I leave, but the birds continue to sing

It is not easy to understand and accept that someone has made the decision to die. You do not want to say goodbye to someone you love. It is difficult to accept the idea that people have control over their destinies.

It hurts to have to admit these truths, because you know that part of yourself will die with the person who disappears. Saying goodbye is the beginning of an insecure journey that takes you everywhere and nowhere.

Every time you see the person you are attacked by panic. You will remember that he is here now, but not in a week. That these are his last smiles, the last words that you will exchange with each other.

And you cry on the inside, so that the brave person in front of you does not see your tears. Because you have to say goodbye, but he has to say many. You want to hug the person and never let go, but you know that your only job now is to let him go.

Anxiety increases when you realize that people will die, but that the love you feel for them will not. It will survive and turn into a silent suffering when you think of them, when you miss their laughter, when you want to ask them something, or when you want to feel their care instead of all this coldness that has taken over you. You understand that you have to say goodbye to them many times, even after they have passed away.

After the first wave of pain subsides, you will return to that garden. It is now uninhabited and you will see that the flowers are gone but not the scent. And the song of the birds has not disappeared either; it is now music that protects your heart. You will understand that some seeds have an eternal harvest.