Dylan Thomas wrote: “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”. It is this poem that I think of when loved ones and dear friends pass from this life.
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
A neighbor died Sunday. I’ve known her since I was at least 4, perhaps younger. All I know is that she’s always been there in the neighborhood. I played with her children. I ate at her table. Her husband would take me along to the beach with their kids. I sat in on adult conversations she had with my mother on the porch. Iced tea and coffee cake.
“Do not go gentle into that good night”.
There are those who will say she’s at peace now and in heaven with God and her husband. Yes. Perhaps, some find comfort in that. I do not. The finality of death frightens me. It always has.
“Rage, rage against the dying of the light”.
She died in her sleep so she did not rage against the dying of the light. I pray she had a pleasant dream as she passed on to eternal life.
God rest and God bless.