People come and go. Am I right? Your friends, family members, the people you work with, the mail man . . . It's a revolving door. Sometimes it hurts. I just lost someone who meant a lot. It wasn't a surprise, we all saw it coming. But it still stung a a little when I got the call just before dinner.
She was someone who lit up the room before she even walked in. The type of person who made you a better human being just by standing next to you. Of all the people I know who complain, she was the only one who really deserved to . . . but she never did. So why are we?
I understand the period of grief and the mourning and the asking "WHY?" but realize one thing . . . There is no more suffering. They moved on. As far as I'm concerned it's the next step, not the end. The body that held the person you love is just a small fraction of them. It's just the physical part. What we love about this woman still exists. We just can't experience it the way we did. As humans, we're not wired that way. And it's a shame we can't celebrate someone's life when they've died.
"We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion." - Maynard James Keenan
In Loving Memory of my Godmother MARION PICCOLO
Saturday, September 15, 2007
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