The way we bury our dead

Death is the most painful event in anyone’s life. That’s why we don’t usually talk about it or most of the time, we try to avoid it. We denied the fact that death isn’t part of our life.

And when it comes, it is usually “unexpected”.

Death in our time means “crisis”.

It is always an emergency.

The living must put aside their lives to meet the emergency of death.

And an instant family reunion always takes place.

Once we die, we are no longer in the care of our family and friends— a strangers take place.

Some professionals and experts are there to take care of the deceased.

Instead we grief, because we’re not prepared. Because we’re not ready. Because we’re not able to say the things we suppose to say, we’re not able to do the things we want to, we’re not able to find the time to be with them.

We buried their bodies, but not their memories with us.

Instead, we bring them flowers because regret is stronger than gratitude.

The couple

I once knew a young couple
Married because of a coming child
Not minding if they really knew each other
They usually seen
Fighting day in, day out
Thinking that was a normal things young couples do

Two decades have passed

I once knew an older couple
Still married for the same reason
Still fighting day in , day out
Still thought that was a normal things older couples do 

Two weeks ago

I once knew a couple
Escaping the normal things they thought
The wife took her own life
A week after
The husband took his own life too

The Afterlife

I once knew a couple
Still married for the same reason?
Still fighting day in, day out?
Still thought that was a normal things couples do?...

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

– Norman Cousins-

***based on a true story

Fear & Death

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Fear and death. How do you differentiate it? How do you compare it?

I don’t fear death. I have seen it a lot when I was in the convent. About 3 or 4 times a year, the community celebrated a sister’s going home to the Father. A celebration, because death is a part of human life.

It’s the fear that I feared. It’s more than death to me, because fear has my permission to take me to be feared. I allow fear to happen.

While death can come once, fear happens repeatedly.

Fear will always be there just around the corner, waiting to get someone’s attention. While death will be waiting to take his turn.

I fear of losing a friend, a parent, a family members.                                          I fear of losing my career.                                                                                               I fear of losing myself while living.

For some, death happens everyday.

Stuck in traffic.                                                                                                              Waiting in line.                                                                                                                Changing jobs.                                                                                                                   A failed relationship. It is the same. A death.

Whether or not we fear of death or death fears us, it is in our power to choose what we believe. To choose to wake up or not, to dress up or not, to eat or not, to fight or not, to love or not, to live or not.

Fear is a feeling, a suffering, a state of the mind. It is a private thing. Only me, myself and I knows it.

Death is a fact, a pain, a public thing.

It is the end of an earthly life, but the beginning of eternity.