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Written by Hannah Scott and Stefano Della Casa Produced and mixed by Stefano Della Casa
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Serious mental health issues aside, we spend most of our lives fighting our mortality. We don’t want to think about it, we don’t want to talk about it and yet it is where we are all heading.
At 98, my paternal grandmother has reached an age where she has made peace with her own mortality. I think deep down she is even hoping to die. I love her so much and although it saddens me, I think there is something undeniably beautiful in these thoughts of woman who has lived her life, had a family she loves, watched her friends die and is now ready to follow them. She is tired.
Not many of us will be lucky enough to reach this point: most of us will go before we are ready.
98 is also a reminder that she is still alive and that there is still pleasure to be found while she is here.
When your bones give in and your hair grows thin There’s more lines than skin in the mirror When your mind gives up ‘cause your thoughts get stuck And your words don’t come quite as easy
So you dwell in dreams of dying Do you think it feels like falling or flying? There’s a swell in days of hoping That there’ll be somebody waiting where you’re going
When your Christmas cards came in thick and fast As the years go past they get fewer When your friends have gone, still you stumble on While the younger ones went before you
So you dwell in dreams of dying Do you think it feels like falling or flying? There’s a swell in days of hoping That there’ll be somebody waiting where you’re going
Step outside, there is pleasure yet In soft spring air; let it fill your chest So step outside, for the days still left And feel the life in the power of your breath
So you dwell in dreams of dying Do you think it feels like falling or flying? There’s a swell in days of hoping That there’ll be somebody waiting where you’re going
So you dwell in dreams of dying Do you think it feels like falling or flying? There’s a swell in days of hoping That there’ll be somebody waiting where you’re going