When fate calls on death, it will come knocking on that door. It knows no color, gender, age or social status. It strikes whenever, and stirs up an agonizing eruption of emotions....sometimes leaving its survivors wishing it was them going six feet under.
Death is normally considered unfair upon its arrival. We hate it and fear it. It is rare that we welcome and appreciate its relief and peace. I wish it would never come, but I know, for every beginning there's an end. But that doesn't stop me to deny or ignore its presence until news travels of its unexpected visit to someone I know.
Tragedy. Pain and sadness for some; Agony and sorrow for others.
Grief can be a long dragging process. Unanswered questions. Scattered emotions.We begin to wonder of the "what ifs" and "should haves"; we then re-evaluate our own world and re-open our previous new year's resolutions. This time we feel its different because fear is our driving force to get shit in order. But how long will our determination last?
A common misconception is that we will be somewhat prepared for death. But eventually reality will smack us in the face. And again we become afraid, and depression creeps in. Our regrets surface. The speed of time is discouraging - we feel we'll never catch up to where we need to be.
We try our best to remain hopeful. Eventhough we know that one day we will face the song and dance with death. We secretly wish for a miracle. We whisper a prayer. But bottomline, we are never prepared for death's unwanted and unexpected visit.
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