The Moment I Realized I Might Be Leaving This Earth
Velarion Light Journal Entry 3 The moment I realized I had only seconds — seconds — before I might be leaving the earth hit me harder than anything I had ever experienced. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t cinematic. It was instant , and it was absolute. My throat closed. My vision tightened. My body began to shut down. And in that split second, a truth ripped through me: I might not survive this. And I felt it — the grief of unfinished life. I didn’t have time to say or do any of the things I still needed to. My youngest was only two. My others were just 4, 6, and 10. Babies. All of them. I couldn’t imagine them growing up without me. I couldn’t imagine them searching for me, needing me, and me not being there. It was the most desperate, primal will to live I had ever felt. Before that moment, my life was simple. I was a wife and a mother. We lived on my dad’s farm. Their dad worked away for three weeks at a time, so it was always just me and the kids. I didn’t have help ...
