If you missed Part One you can find it here Lessons from Death – Part One
Unlike my mother’s sudden departure where I had difficulty accepting her death, I had let go of my father. I was at peace with his passing. I do miss him of course. I also miss my mother.
Some families truly come together during funerals. There is an urge to reconnect to family in the view of the loss. It represents changes in relationships and family dynamics. Funerals can remind us of our own inevitable fate and the preciousness of those left alive. For most of us, the death of someone close causes us to reflect on their lives as well as our own. Our minds sort through the memories and amplify the attached emotions. We remember the good in them. The recollections give us comfort. Missing my parents is a reminder of how much they meant to me.
Life is precious and fragile. Life can begin and end in moments. Death is not just for the aged. Accidents, violence, and disease can take us from the world at any age. Life IS a precious thing. Those we love are precious, precious enough to warrant our time and presence. The little things that really don’t matter fill our lives until we are too busy for anyone, including ourselves. Watching life slowly losing its grip on my father made many things seem very unimportant. This is a lesson I am still learning. It takes practice. It takes time. Each of us is allotted just 24 hours each day. Decide who and what are important and then pay attention.
I watched my father seek moments that were filled with life, while his own was slipping away. Add to the lives of those you care about. Take time to let people know you care. Life is to be shared; live it. Life is finite; share it now. Life is precious; appreciate it. What is most important is that we live life so that we are fulfilled so that we can help others live until they just can’t live anymore.
Take care, stay well, and be safe.