“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
~ Kahlil Gibran
“Come, my child,” I said, trying to lead her away. “Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries.”
“Good-bye, poor hare!” Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child.
“Oh, my darling, my darling!” she moaned, over and over again. “And God meant your life to be so beautiful!”
~ Lewis Carroll, Sylvie and Bruno
I learned today that a friend had passed away. He and his family struggled with cancer for what was surely a long and terrible year for all of them. He is in peace now, back to Mother Earth, or that is what we assume as nobody has come back to tell. The pain, the loss and the memories will be here for some time, living inside all of those who loved or have met him.
How to write about death? How to be completely honest about how we feel?
According to the World Almanac and Book of Facts, ~146,000 people die every day, or ~6,000 every hour…what we forget (because we are alive and busy and because doesn’t touch us directly) is that all those people have family and friends or somebody to mourn them, at least most of them do. We forget this until somebody close to us dies. We even forget that we are alive and that every single minute we can still breathe is a miracle, a gift. We forget this and we inflict violence to ourselves and others each time we waste our lives doing stupid things or living against our values. We disrespect those who have died each minute we don’t live our purposes.
“The miracle is not to walk on water. The miracle is to walk on the green earth, dwelling deeply in the present moment and feeling truly alive.” ~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
This friend leaves a beautiful, strong woman and two children behind. He was more or less my age.
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
~ Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
“May you live every day of your life.”
~ Jonathan Swift
Good bye Kevin. May the forest and the sky receive you with a warm “welcome back home, child”