A vision of the dearly departed
My mom said that her dad visited her the other day. He died nearly two decades ago but it made me happy when she told me that because I would hope he and my grandmother would be somewhere around. I lay in bed the other night thinking about my loved ones who had died and that if I keep living there will be plenty more that will die.
I had gone next door to my neighbor’s because I was feeling blue but when I got there she was making plane reservations because a family member had come home from work that day and took off his clothes and dropped dead. He was 62. She said, can you imagine? And I said, that is how I hope to imagine my death – sudden.
The other day on our way to Neko Case, a young woman in an SUV ran a red light and almost slammed right into my door. We both managed to eek out the last life in our brakes and avoid a collision but afterwards T and I were shaken – albeit Neko Case’s lush voice steadied us by the second song.
What about other kinds of deaths – deaths of marriages, deaths of friendships, deaths of cities, deaths of ideas, death of dreams, death of careers? What is death but a transition? When you look at the other side of death there is birth, right?
Note to self: try to find the answer to this question soon.