I have seen Death up close three times.
On one occasion, it was shimmering in the air like a mirage, neither visible nor invisible.
On another occasion, I saw it with my waking eyes – a solid wall of grey cloud, just, only just, not touching my eyes.
On the third occasion, I plunged straight through the grey into utter black, for I had drowned. Somehow, for some reason, my eyes opened again into sunlight.
Now, every morning when I wake and every night before I sleep, I say a little prayer of thanks to my God for the day. Existence becomes precious when you have experienced just how fragile and fleeting life is.
Everyone’s life is unique and precious, full of the fun and games of living. Before, During and After charts some of mine.