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By BRENDA FEUERSTEIN
Georg lay awake gasping for breath, while I sat beside him
praying for some small miracle to happen. I even played with the idea of
bargaining something for his life, but not believing in a savior I had no idea
whom I’d offer that bargain to. I cried, I paced, I got angry, and then I
collapsed into the realization that I was helpless in this situation. Nothing I
could do would change the fact that my spiritual partner and lover was dying right
in front of me, so I made the conscious decision to surrender and be acutely
present for him, for me, for us.
Brenda Feuerstein is currently writing a book and developing
a workshop series on conscious dying and grief.