A native friend of mine, years ago, stepped into the house and said, ” Today is a good day to die.” I had never heard this common expression spoken among native warriors before.
Reflecting on the death of a friend whose body had worn down, dare I ask, is there ever a good day to leave? Why not? Does it have to be awful always? Can I resist the dark cloud of depression and let you go in love and respect. Can that be okay?
Can there ever be a day that is the right time?
– Anne Carlson –