The Inevitable...

It is inevitable, death, we can't get away from it. We know it's coming and there's nothing we can do about it. As a child I never really thought about it. I guess I was too busy be a kid and going about doing my kid business. Not that many close family members died when I was young and plus, I wasn't forced to go funerals, so, as I started to grow up, the thought of going to a funeral was frightening and mysterious to me. Little by little, through the years, people I had relationships with or cared about started dying and I had to make decisions as to whether I was going to attend the mass, the viewing, the funeral and even the get together afterwords. It seemed the more I went to funerals the easier my decision was.

Just recently, my very good friend Marsha's brother passed away, very unexpectedly. He was 2 years older than me. This is the first person I know who was basically the same age as me and this time around I feel a little more vulnerable because if it could happen to him, then why not me? So the older I get I don't necessarily think about death per say, but the way a person goes. I'd like to think that a person dies the way they live. If you are a strong and stubborn person then you'll probably go out kicking and screaming. I like to think that I will be holding court around my death bed and everyone will be standing around me talking and laughing and reminiscing....but you never know...there's the rub! So what do we do? Well... we live. We live life to the fullest of our capabilities and choose the right and hopefully everything will be alright. One day when Raquel was about 10 years old she came to me and asked me what the meaning of life meant. I think she heard it from some television show, and so, I told her. Everyone's meaning of life is different but it's all good...I just know it is. I'm just say'n ~