Contemplations

What is it about death that makes us feel unsure of what to say or do? It is a puzzling thought that we don't even know anything about. We often see death as a sad event. Feelings well up inside of us when we learn of the death of someone we knew or that involves someone we know.

I have two funerals to go to this week. Same cause of death, different people. One is a relative, the other is someone I knew only in name and through my dear friend.

I go to both funerals to pay my respect not only to the deceased, but also to those who knew them better. Yet, there is a difference in the way I feel about each death. As profound as it may sound, I feel less regret for the death of my relative than that of the person I never met.

Maybe because I know that not many people will shed tears or feel loss for the death of my relative, including me. Maybe because the person I never met was just so young and vital still. Maybe because it makes me think about how my own death might be like.

Death makes us think about our life and how we lived it. We choose our own path and death will be the ultimate test of our character. Life in death.