I Think About Death and Dying

I think about death and dying as the most powerful emotion any human can feel or experience. We all will go through it, it is not bias to age, creed or religion. Whether we ourselves are facing death or someone we love or know is dying, it extends and reaches far it touches everyone even those we don't know personally. It makes humans put things in perspective even when our world is turning upside down. The past, present and future. As we grapple at the thoughts of awaiting for death, or at the instantaneous cause of death, it is never easy to deal with, it's like someone reaching inside of us and grabbing, our minds, heart and soul and pulling it our of us with such great force. That it leaves as bare, raw and fragile and most of all empty. We struggle to find reason, and we are speechless or mute for any comprehensible words. We become monosyllabic, using very simple terse words like sorry,! Or just a hug that surpass words but is universal and always welcomed. To those of us that are left behind that have experienced death or someone dying time is our only saving grace, it may become easier as time pass, or it may be always a gaping wound or an empty void but we as humans are resilient and over baring when we await to heal or maybe just a patch to keep our selves together. No matter what, life goes on and I think the people that have passed would want us to do and continue our lives for them. They maybe gone but their love and memory will remain in us forever.