10/16/2025
Death looks different to each of us. We all experience it in our own way, whether we are facing it personally, witnessing it unfold in someone we love, or simply bearing witness as a professional death worker. Watching decline is one of the hardest things we do as humans. It quietly reminds us of our own mortality. We know where it is leading. We prepare ourselves the best that we can, but when it finally happens, there is still that moment of shock, a deep, indescribable stillness that words can’t quite reach.
The significance of death, I have come to believe, is deeply intertwined with the life we have lived. For those who have lived fully, who have loved deeply, found meaning, and made peace, death can feel almost like a completion, a reward for a life well-lived. But for those whose lives have been marked by struggle, pain, or unfulfilled dreams, death carries a different weight. It can bring with it regret, disappointment, or even anger at what was never realized.
As a hospice nurse and an end-of-life doula, I have witnessed both, the quiet acceptance of a well-lived life and the ache of one that feels unfinished. And perhaps that is one of death’s greatest lessons: it asks us to reflect, to live while we can, to fill the time we have with presence and gratitude. Because when the end comes, and it always does, death has a way of showing us not just what has ended, but what we may have missed out on.
And maybe that’s the most tender truth of all: we cannot tell another person how to feel about death. Not the dying, not the grieving, not anyone. Each of us meets death through our own lens, shaped by the life we have lived and the love we have known. There is no single way to see it, and perhaps that is what makes it so profoundly human, and, in its own way, so incredibly beautiful.
If we could see death for what it is; unpredictable, final, and deeply personal, we might live with more kindness, more gratitude, and more understanding that no two journeys through dying or grief are ever the same. And perhaps then, we would stop trying to fix what cannot be fixed, and instead simply stand beside one another, with patience, with love, and with the quiet knowing that being present is sometimes the greatest gift we can give... to ourselves, and to one another.
Death is the end of life, but it is also the mirror that shows us what it means to live.
xo
Gabby
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