A number of years ago when I was working with psychotherapist Devers Branden, she put me through her “deathbed” exercise.
I was asked to clearly imagine myself lying on my own deathbed, and to fully realize the feelings connected with dying and saying good-bye.
Then she asked me to mentally invite the people in my life who were important to me to visit my bedside, one at a time. As I visualized each
friend and relative coming in to visit me, I had to speak to them out loud. I had to say to them what I wanted them to know as I was dying.
As I spoke to each person, I could feel my voice breaking. Somehow I couldn’t help breaking down. My eyes were filled with tears. I
experienced such a sense of loss. It was not my own life I was mourning; it was the love I was losing. To be more exact, it was a
communication of love that had never been there.
