Death touches us all at some point in our lives, in one way or another. The thing about death that hurts the most, I think, is the permanence thereof. When a loved one dies, you won't talk to them again, they won't walk through your door again...there is a hole in your life.
I have often wondered, if it wouldn't be better to not love at all, to live a life of a hermit...because loving, attaching yourself emotionally, then ultimately having your loved ones die, is a pain that never really goes away, it just numbs over time. But then, what would the point of life be? You might as well then never have been born. Life in itself is a challenge filled with ups and downs, highs, lows, hardships and good times.
You have to experience loss in order to savor good times and cherish love when it crosses your path, that's how it works. Love isn't something that sits well with the weak, it is the prerogative of the strong. It takes a strong person to love and a strong person to let go.
This past week, death touched my life, again, this year. Small comfort can be drawn from the fact that earthly suffering has ended in this particular instance. When death enters our lives, taking away a life, we may not understand why, or how...we can kick, scream and cry, but it won't change anything, it won't bring back the person or people we have loved.
However hard it feels to be left behind, we have to keep on living, for as long as you breathe, you are ALIVE and therefore you should be thankful. It is okay to grieve, it is necessary. Tears wash the soul clean, it lightens the heart...even cowboys are allowed to cry.
When death visits someone close to you, its a wake up call: don't exist, LIVE. Cherish your loved ones. Don't procrastinate...tomorrow could be too late...
Death touches us all, it might be sad, but when you live your life right, nothing can be sweeter. To my uncle: You may be gone, but you are never forgotten...
In loving memory of Koos Laas
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