>In the last one month, I’ve seen several lives come to naught. Some expected, others not. I’ve seen a comatose relative finally make peace with life and death after years of drifting in a zone of lifelessness. I’ve seen my father’s aunt pass away in her sleep. I’ve seen 50-year olds bid farewell to a father who had prepared his children for this parting with years of illness. And I’ve seen my 20-something cousins grapple with the sudden, unexpected demise of their father, however superfluous his presence might have been. I’ve seen an 84-year old lady die alone because her successful children were too busy to come back home in time to meet her.
But the show must go on – of living, of making sense of this Life. When you see lives around you ending, there is no alternative but to understand that there are things that you control and there are things your don’t, to know that Death is the great leveller and that no matter what you’ve achieved in your life, in that one moment when you breathe your last, you know you have no right on your own life, have never had, that there’s a power over you that you cannot overrule.
Life goes on – whether you exist or you don’t. It might change, but it never stops. wI hear aging people wonder aloud how their children will manage when they’re dead, it amuses me. No, it bothers me, how they think they run lives around them, that those lives may cease to exist as they do, once they are gone. It doesn’t work that way. “Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap; they have no storeroom nor barn, and yet God feeds them; how much more valuable you are than the birds!”
You may agree with that or you may not, but I’m glad I have the faith that will let me die in peace, even if I do not live with it. And I’m sorry for those people who do not find a release in Death from ties that pull and bind us in this life.