My family experienced a death this week, and it left me silent and deep in thought. I lashed out at those close to me and ignored those not around me. My emotions consumed me, as I turtled and slept away my feelings. Only opening my eyes to shed tears and contained sobs before drifting back to sleep. When I emerged from my shell, these were the feelings I felt. I hope someone can find solace and comfort in these words as writing them out is helping me.
Death has a funny way of reminding us of the frailty of life. It sends us into deep reflection pondering our relationship with the departed and even those around us. Wondering if there was something we could have done better or said differently.
Death has a way of jolting our reality, as we look for a way forward. A new normal. An alternate existence that does not include our dearly deceased.
Death opens our eyes to those who remain. Those we still have time with. Those we can still make memories with. Those we can still actively show and give our love to. Be it blood family and/or friends who are family. Death serves as reminder to hold them close and cease the moments you have with them.
Death is final. But not for us still present. Death is a reminder to keep moving. Keep breathing. Keep living. Keep being.
While you have time, laugh at the crazy moments you shared.
While you have time, smile at the moments that made you so proud.
While you have time, dance at the moments that made you want to celebrate.
While you have time, cry at the moments that broke your heart.
While you have time, sing at the moments that brought you joy.
Most importantly, while you have time, pray for the moments you realize your loved one is gone.
Death has a funny way of reminding us of the frailty of life. But, death also has a funny way of reminding us that we still have a life.