One would like to believe there’s some type of comfort in death. In knowing the pain will no longer linger. Knowing tribulations have run its course. No longer wondering if what was done has been resolved or if what will be will ever blossom, ever take root. And while one would like to believe the depth of sorrow is with death, it’s actually in the life of those left behind. It begins with the realization of one’s living and breathing and engaging ‘selfness’. The constant acknowledgement of inhale-exhale is where solace ceases to exist.
Death should bring solace however. It should mark the end of a life well lived. A life deeply engaging. A time well established of humble beginnings and equally humbling endings. It should speak of uncomfortable truths and reconciled misconceptions. It is but in death one is set free of those wonderings and considerations. It is in death decisions are no longer pertinent, no longer valid, and hold no weight. Even those left behind are those aspects of life worthy if simply for lack of focus… lack of wanting.
I bid you solace for your journey. May it make you courageous and endearing and inspiring and hold you from drowning in despair.
And In All Things I Leave You Love
