“Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change,” Clara had said.
When I wrote the book, I could not have guessed that this statement would be prophetic for me. The worst fear of any mother is to lose a child. My daughter Paula died at home, in my arms, when she was twenty-nine years old. My heart was broken, the pain was unbearable. But a few months later my granddaughter Nicole was born in the same room where Paula had died. I received her from her mother’s womb and cut the umbilical cord. I realized then that the moment of Paula’s death was almost identical to the moment of Nicole’s birth: the same feeling that some sacred and mysterious was happening. Both were crossing a threshold, Paula into another life, Nicole into this life. That certainty helped me to overcome my grief and took away forever the fear of death.
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