It has definitely crossed my mind numerous times, the thought of death. What am I going to leave behind? The sadness of loved ones? The grief of my family? The memories I've shared with my friends?
I am afraid of death. I'm afraid of the pain I would inflict on the people who love, for I at least can name a few. I'm afraid of where I might be headed. I'm afraid of the darkness and the unknown.
So many youths have departed, leaving us with sorrow and the thoughts of their lives amongst us.
For me the question remains, how are we to know how their journey ended? How are we to know the degree of happiness, pain, or nothingness they may be feeling wherever they are?
It breaks my heart, yet it is nowhere close to the grief of mothers. Losing a child. The mere thought of it twists my guts. I pray for all the mothers around the world. I pray God grants you patience. I pray God grants you the will to live. I pray you never feel like you'd never be happy again.
I've experienced loss and I've mourned. I've cried and I've grieved and I've went through days I've wished for death over what I'm feeling.
And yet I know that this is life. It is harsh, it is cruel. But facing loss is inevitable. Losing loved ones in inevitable. Death is inevitable.
We mourn over the ones we knew, over the people we've lived and shared good and bad times with. Yet who mourns the deaths that occur every second? We live blissfully at times, praying for the safety of our loved. Praying we get to spend more days with them. Yet everywhere out there, someone is grieving. Many are dying. Many are dead. Many no one knows about. We may never be able to acknowledge their lives and deaths, and that fills me with sadness. It saddens me that so many will never be known for the simple, happy or sad lives they might have led. It saddens me that they might never be remembered.
But such is life. We lose, we mourn, we lose some more, yet we move on.
God grant me the strength to accept the loss of the people who matter to me. God grant me strength.
I am afraid of death. I'm afraid of the pain I would inflict on the people who love, for I at least can name a few. I'm afraid of where I might be headed. I'm afraid of the darkness and the unknown.
So many youths have departed, leaving us with sorrow and the thoughts of their lives amongst us.
For me the question remains, how are we to know how their journey ended? How are we to know the degree of happiness, pain, or nothingness they may be feeling wherever they are?
It breaks my heart, yet it is nowhere close to the grief of mothers. Losing a child. The mere thought of it twists my guts. I pray for all the mothers around the world. I pray God grants you patience. I pray God grants you the will to live. I pray you never feel like you'd never be happy again.
I've experienced loss and I've mourned. I've cried and I've grieved and I've went through days I've wished for death over what I'm feeling.
And yet I know that this is life. It is harsh, it is cruel. But facing loss is inevitable. Losing loved ones in inevitable. Death is inevitable.
We mourn over the ones we knew, over the people we've lived and shared good and bad times with. Yet who mourns the deaths that occur every second? We live blissfully at times, praying for the safety of our loved. Praying we get to spend more days with them. Yet everywhere out there, someone is grieving. Many are dying. Many are dead. Many no one knows about. We may never be able to acknowledge their lives and deaths, and that fills me with sadness. It saddens me that so many will never be known for the simple, happy or sad lives they might have led. It saddens me that they might never be remembered.
But such is life. We lose, we mourn, we lose some more, yet we move on.
God grant me the strength to accept the loss of the people who matter to me. God grant me strength.
