l remember my mother when she was dying.
Looked all shrunk up and gray.
l asked her if she was afraid. She just shook her head.
l was afraid to touch the death l seen in her.
Couldn’t find anything beautiful or uplifting about her going back to God.
I heard people talk about immortality, but I ain’t seen it.
l wondered how it’d be when l died. What it’d be like to know that this breath now was the last one you was ever gonna draw.
l just hope l can meet it the same way she did.
With the same… calm.

(The Thin Red Line 1998 Dir. Terrence Malick)