I wrote this story as I was tending to my Nan in her final months. She found it so hard to let go into death. When my dad died I found his greatest gift to us was the way he did it. This story is my way to tend to the granddaughter in me. To integrate the feelings and experiences of being with these two people that I loved when they died.
What are your feelings around death? Is the withering flower as beautiful as the blooming one in your eyes? If you feel fear around death what is it that scares you? How can you improve your relationship with death? I am using this writing prompt... As I lay in my coffin.. to use the written word to explore my feelings around my own death. I set my timer for five minutes and write away. You could try it...Thanks for reading Mooney's Mythic Parlour! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Or even better, forward this to a friend so they might enjoy these stories with us.