There is a thing that happens when you choose to keep company, to be connected to, a being that is transitioning to another existence. To a body that is releasing its spirit. To one that is dying.

I felt it with my mother as I watched, and was comforted, by her smooth transition from the living to the dead. I experienced it again as I held two most dear companion pets as they passed through to the next world.

It happens when you are fully invested in the moment, in that specific moment. The moment the departure has become the departed. As the flow of life recedes, and in its ebb draws you into the immensity of what lies before. And behind. And you brought down into the detail of one small drop that moves through its own path and weaves its way into another life flow. Your life. The passage of time and your own self awareness defines the spread of the ripple from that one drop.

In the exchange, you feel a drop of your own life force feed the journey of the one who has left. Your energy becomes the fuel that propels the passing of a soul into the universe.

You cannot leave the share space of death and not be changed.