When death grips a loved one, you become more aware that death is reality, an inescapable truth that we all must face- regardless of how important we think we are. Because when it comes down to it, no matter how fast you run- you’ll never escape the Reaper.
However, death is not something to fear (Unless, of course, you want to), but rather something to acknowledge as a force in the back of our minds to keep pushing us and make us do our best, and make us thankful that we woke up this morning.
A cold winter night in my sister’s house, December 2005,
I can smell a sense of uneasiness through all of the Christmas joy that usually accompanies this time of the year.
Let’s skip forward a bit, after a phone call and some exchanged thoughts, we were on our way to the hospital.
**There’s a bitter taste in my mouth at this point.**
Let’s skip forward again. I’m in an uncomfortable chair in front of my father.
**He said something along the lines of his liver dissolving**
Skipping forward about two weeks, I’m having trouble breathing, my body is numb, it’s 12 o’clock in the morning and we were just visited by Death Himself (Escort Service)… Yeah, I guess you could say this was a Christmas to remember.
The point of my depressing anecdote is that I’ve discovered even during a time of love and joy like this, Death could be another decoration on your Christmas tree, waiting to fall and shatter- and make YOU clean up the mess.
Sometimes the only point to joy is to have a position to crash from, not to sound too nihilistic about it, but it does happen, and thankfully the news is there to remind us of this every day.
I was pondering my life recently when I came upon the subject of who I would be if I wasn’t always considering death, what would I be doing and where would I live? Would I even be alive? Would I have any friends or family left? These are all questions we need to ask ourselves every day, we need to remind ourselves that the only reason we have a job, car, or house is because the fear and or love of death had brought us to that point, you will never achieve anything in life unless you accept death as the boss that is standing over your shoulder, watching everything you do and every move you make, and if you get fired from this job- you’re never going to work in this town again!
I believe in the Reaper, and to those who say that he doesn’t exist; just look into a mirror, stare him straight in the face, and imagine where YOU would be if he didn’t threaten you every day.
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