One way or another, death is always there. Like a monster in the closet, a shadow on the corner of our room, like an unexpected visitor, like a dear friend.
Its presence is felt differently depending our own fears about our own death and that loved one we fear might die.
If we are OK with the reality of our own mortality, death will come easier than to those who fear it.
But death, ultimately, is about the death of others. The effect it will have upon us depends on our attachment to them.
We are so used to listen about death that we don't notice the times the "d" word reaches our ears. All news programs refer to death at least once. Tragedy is present in every corner of our world and with the easiness that media gets to the facts and the way it gets to us, it is more present than ever.
Sometimes, when we are with our friends and family, someone will relate that someone's friend, cousin, brother, sister, aunt, nephew, niece, grandparent, parent, wife, husband or child died. It might cause an impact on us, but not the same way someone we love died.
That love we have for one another is what changes our views on death. When it reaches OUR friend, cousin, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, nephew, niece, grandparent, partner or child it devastates us in ways we never thought possible.
What matters in death, is the death of a person we love. It will break the relationship we have, the communication between us will get "disconnected", our life - as we knew it- will end.
Those of us who work with the bereaved, usually think about those left behind with death comes.
I can't fail to think - even to say a little prayer - for that parent, partner, child, relative or friend of that person that died.
Today, a dear friend of one of my cousins died. He was 39 and died of a massive heart attack. It has already made the news. But I just can think of those parents that have joined a club they never wanted to be a part of, of that young widow that is alone from now on to raise their children, of those children that will grow without the physical presence of their loving dad, of those friends that were so close to him, that will miss him dearly.
Tonight, my heart goes out to them and I just pray that they find the strength to find peace after the tragedy stroke hard.
Its presence is felt differently depending our own fears about our own death and that loved one we fear might die.
If we are OK with the reality of our own mortality, death will come easier than to those who fear it.
But death, ultimately, is about the death of others. The effect it will have upon us depends on our attachment to them.
We are so used to listen about death that we don't notice the times the "d" word reaches our ears. All news programs refer to death at least once. Tragedy is present in every corner of our world and with the easiness that media gets to the facts and the way it gets to us, it is more present than ever.
Sometimes, when we are with our friends and family, someone will relate that someone's friend, cousin, brother, sister, aunt, nephew, niece, grandparent, parent, wife, husband or child died. It might cause an impact on us, but not the same way someone we love died.
That love we have for one another is what changes our views on death. When it reaches OUR friend, cousin, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, nephew, niece, grandparent, partner or child it devastates us in ways we never thought possible.
What matters in death, is the death of a person we love. It will break the relationship we have, the communication between us will get "disconnected", our life - as we knew it- will end.
Those of us who work with the bereaved, usually think about those left behind with death comes.
I can't fail to think - even to say a little prayer - for that parent, partner, child, relative or friend of that person that died.
Today, a dear friend of one of my cousins died. He was 39 and died of a massive heart attack. It has already made the news. But I just can think of those parents that have joined a club they never wanted to be a part of, of that young widow that is alone from now on to raise their children, of those children that will grow without the physical presence of their loving dad, of those friends that were so close to him, that will miss him dearly.
Tonight, my heart goes out to them and I just pray that they find the strength to find peace after the tragedy stroke hard.
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