I have been thinking back on the moment my grandma died. It's a strange thing, seeing someone pass away. It truly made me think on the meaning of life. What a cliche, I know, lol. It's so weird, because I still feel as if she is alive, I know, logically I know she isn't, but at the same time it's hard to comprehend this. It's an image that is vividly sealed in my memory, I can't seem to get it out of my mind. Seeing her, gasping for breath, and than to see that last grimace, for about two minutes, death catching up on her, and than nothing. Her body still being warm, but no life in it anymore. Weird. witnessing that, made me feel so small, and so ignorant. At the same time I feel as if the world is beyond comprehension, but also, it made me feel as if the final mystery has been dissolved for me. Death is a strange thing, we live for so many years, link our minds and lives with others, and than we pass on. Why? Oh well, I can see why witnesses jump on the occasion to convert people who had just had a loss. It would be quite attractive to have all the answers at this point. But for me, personally, I like to keep that huge questionmark. It makes life so very precious. If nothing else, this experience has made me appreciate life even more. We live, we love, and we share. We live forever in the memories of those we leave behind. Up to us to shape those memories. And it's up to us to be in peace with the rest of the world. "Today is a good day to die". No, don't worry, I'm not dying, at least not that I know of, lol. But if I can say that of each day in my life, it'll mean I have no regrets. I try to be as honest as I can be to others, and my friends and family know they can count on me. Should I die now, I do believe most will remember me with love and positive feelings. If that's all the inheritance we leave behind, that's more than I could wish for. Okay, enough of my ramblings, I'll go have fun now.
Edited by - Vivamus on 29 November 2002 7:17:2