I have never partaken in the long waits that seem to drag on forever when someone is about to die. I know people who have done so but I haven't. When my second cousin Brenda died, it was a Sunday morning and, though she had been sick a while, there had still been hope of her recovery. When my grandma died, I was too young to remember her or wait on her. When my grandpa died, it was of a heart attack and I just remember my mom getting the call and wanting to go see him with my aunt, not understanding why I wasn't allowed.
Death, all too often, is viewed as the enemy. As a grim specter hanging over our lives. The moth in this story is witnessed to have fought it off as long as possible before succumbing in the end, just after it had gotten right side up. People often do fight death for as long as possible and some people die with the manic light of panic still in their eyes as they try to survive for just a little bit longer. Other people hold back death for a while but when death does arrive at their door, rather than trying to bar his entrance and create a barricade against him, they open the door, shake his hand, and offer him some tea before they go together.
Death can be a fearful encounter but it can also be something to welcome if you would just give it a chance.
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