Death... All the thoughts... all the meanings... all the losses.
We all experience it... we all develope our own ways of dealing with it.
I lost three of my four grandparents before I was 10 years old.
I lost my aunts & uncles shorty there after.
I lost my father at 18.
I lost my last grandfather at 25.
I lost my mother at 30.
I was the only person alive from my family.
It's been 35 years.
I grew up with death. It seemed relentless, until all my family was gone.
I think from an early age, I knew & accepted death.
Death is a way of life.
Death is inevitable.
Death will eventually be the end of pain.
Death will eventually be the end of suffering.
Death is without fear.
However I do hate the smell of roses... reminds me of funeral homes.
Life is precious. Each day is a gift.
Death is something that can be emotionally accepted.
We hope for life... we live for life.
But know and accept that death is inevitable.
There's peace in that knowledge.
There's a lack of fear about death.
Is it acceptance or just the emotional self preservation of being desensitized to death from an early age. The end result seems to be the same.
Fears? Only of suffering with painful illness until death.
Death is the end of my life.
Death is not the end of the positive influence I've hopefully had on the lives if others.
The ripples of my life, not my death, will live on in others, at least through my grand children. But in just a few generations, like everyone in the past, those ripples will fade into oblivion.
Perhaps my blog will exist longer so that my life's ripples will not entirely fade... and can unknowingly influence someone in a positive way sometime in the future.
Who knows.
I look at death differently than it seems most people do.
Most fear it.
Most find comfort in a life hereafter based on religious beliefs.
Death is the end... the absolute end... period.
But whatever makes the thought of death easier to accept.
Death... how you accept it... how you emotionally prepare for it.
