Epiphany is defined as “a sudden, powerful, and often spiritual or life-changing realization that a character experiences in an otherwise ordinary moment.” It is that very moment in your life when your eyes are open to something you were previously blind to. Have you experienced a moment of epiphany when at that very moment your life was altered?
For me, my life was altered the evening my mother passed away. I sat at her bedside holding her hand as she took her final breath. When she was gone it was then my eyes were open to the fact that death is peaceful.
I don’t think we can ever prepare ourselves to lose a loved one. Today, I still grieve the loss of my mother. I believe in eternity. I believe that someday I will see my Mother again.
I have come to accept that death is a part of life even though it doesn’t seem fair. With an acceptance of death as a part of life, I think we are able to open our eyes to how precious life it. We are able to understand what is meant by not taking moments for granted.
I think on many levels my mother sensed her own death. I believe she knew that she was going to die.
The death of my mother was one of the hardest things I have had to go through. Her death though has taught me so much about my own life. It has opened my eyes to so much I was previously blind to.
It was upon my mother’s death bed that I experienced a epiphany that changed my life.
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4 responses so far ↓
GaryJay
// Jul 8, 2008 at 4:37 pm
Losing a close member of the family, especially parents who you have literally known all your life is hard—-but it IS the natural order of things, if there is any order to anything about life. I think, having lost both my parents, along with my brother, that I agree with you Rose—-Death is Peaceful , its just damn hard on us that witness it—but again—-its just something else we each experience, preparing us for our own turn.
Gary
Roger Green
// Jul 8, 2008 at 5:21 pm
My father’s death rather changed the family pecking order. While I am the oldest child, one of my sisters tended to be more dominant. I won’t go into the blow-by-blow of trying to plan my father’s funeral, but I ended up acting like the alpha male in the tribe that I suddenly became.
boomergrl49
// Jul 8, 2008 at 8:39 pm
Beautiful post.
DrowseyMonkey
// Jul 8, 2008 at 11:06 pm
You’re a wise woman.
Our society seems to see death as something to be hidden. Even funeral homes are tucked away. Years ago it was an accepted ritual to have a funeral, now I often meet people who are in their 40s and have never been to one.
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