Post date: May 01, 2021 3:51:5 PM
In the beginning the fabric of a human life is somewhat tightly woven... All the threads tying us together are intact... As people grow, however, holes will appear, leaving frayed ends that cannot be reconnected... For those who live the longest, the final tapestry is a thing of shreds and tatters, its yawning vacancies recalling people whose laughter and whose touch is still longed for... Growing old beside someone you love brings the overwhelmingly likely prospect of an ending in which one will mourn the loss of the other, and the inevitable shrinking of the survivor’s life is—for both parties—more fearsome than the anticipation of one’s own mental decay and demise...
Regret and sadness become fear, but the fear is not of death in general—that is nothing to be frightened of... Premature death, however, is fearsome, even terrifying, because it truncates and nullifies the pattern of a life...
"The key to coping with a loved one’s death, I say, is to fully accept the reality of the situation..." I have never thought about myself, living or dying, they're natural things... What matters is the way in which we live and the message we leave behind... "That is what survives us... That is immortality..."
Peace Out!!!