Let’s talk about death
No one wants to, no one does
We all shove it far away in the back of our minds
Until it punches us square in the face and knocks us down
People always say,
“I never saw it coming”
“I could never have prepared for this”
“One day she was there and the next she was gone”
“We just don’t talk about death in this family”
Has no one figured it out?
That our way IS NOT WORKING?
I am sick of this feeling
This feeling that I can’t control the process of death.
We all pass away
This is not a new thing in the world
Yet time and time again
It comes as a surprise
Sometimes I think,
What if I die tomorrow?
Because as ridiculous as that sounds
It’s just as likely to happen to me as the next guy
Three deaths in less than 6 months
All of the sudden, unexpected.
Three people too young to die
Is that not enough proof that it could happen to any of us?
One of us might have a heart attack in our sleep
Or crash a car driving back from a day skiing
Hit our head while skating on ice
I know this because it happened.
To actual people.
Incredible people with long lives ahead of them,
Just gone for no reason.
I don’t fucking get it
But at this point why am I surprised?
Shouldn’t I have that understanding by now?
Human life is a lot more fragile than we think it is
With medicine and money you’ll feel invincible
But in the blink of an eye it can happen to you.
I think I’ve learned one thing at least:
I have learned to Live in a way that if I die tomorrow,
My loved ones will be proud of the life that I lived
To do things that are worth celebrating once I’m gone
To spend my time on this earth with actions that people will share with others,
When I’m not there to tell those stories myself.
To love the people that I share this life with
My time here with the ones I love is more valuable than anything
To remember that they could be gone tomorrow, just like me
To love them when they aren’t there too
I have learned love endlessly
Because love has no boundaries
It transcends time, distance, and conflict
Love is stronger than death.
It has no end
This poem began with death
But as I write, it is ending with love
Death is about love.