Hello,
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, death, just about each and every time. A quick review of all those I have lost to death thus far (good thing thoughts are radically accelerated here . . .). The inevitable death of everyone I love and am attached to, including myself. If all goes well, this is almost immediately followed by a kind of mental litany having to do with surrender and acceptance. As the ego-death starts to happen, I try to just relax into it and my typical last thought at this point (other than utter acceptance and surrender) is "Hope for the best." My brother says that he will ensure that this will the the actual epitaph on my tombstone. I am pleased. . .
Peace & Love,
Pandora
