Death

Death. Maybe it is that one thing we certainly don't want to talk about and to think about. We couldn't think about it happening to our parents or to any of our loved ones.

We live every day like we always have tomorrows or later or a minute or a mother, a father, a sibling, or that special friend. We subconsciously choose not to think about death. And maybe it's a good thing because by doing so, we live a normal life. A normal life not grateful enough for that another day you have; a normal life not kissing nor hugging this mother who just prepared your breakfast nor the father who loves to provide for you; a normal life where you always fail to show how much you love someone not because you're this tough kind of person who's strong enough not to show emotion, but because you became so complacent of their presence you have forgotten you don't own all the time in the world. You forgot that existence doesn't mean forever. And then one day you'll realize that no matter how tough you claim you are, you'll lose the strength to stand on your knees and regret all the times you wasted not showing enough love to someone who just faced death. And felt how wrong it was not being able to treasure each moment.

I have attended a lot of funerals but I haven't experienced losing someone so special and dear. Not yet. (And please God not yet and not soon.) But that doesn't mean I don't know how painful it is for them -- the impact that death brought them.

Right now, at this very moment, while writing this, I am actually in a funeral service. My aunt, my father's cousin died -- a sudden death.

She was just with her family that morning, maybe cooked something for her children before she left to deliver food to a regular customer. And just like any other day, it was just a normal day. But then as if something not normal happened, she got hit by a tricycle, and died in the hospital. A sudden death.

I was never really close with her, I must confess that I barely know her. But I almost cried a while ago, not because she died and that I will never see her again, but because I felt the pain of her youngest son when he started sobbing. I felt his pain. Of course, I have a mother too. We all have mothers. We all love someone.

But death is normal; it will happen. It will come. We will never know when, or maybe some will have that chance to know, but one thing is for sure: it is a part of life. It is part of a normal life.
The bible clearly states in eccelesiastes 3:1-9 that there is a time for everything (see picture). So before death comes to them or to you, grab that opportunity to show how much you love and appreciate those people so dear to you. And that's how you ought to live a normal life.