That’s the number of celebrations of life…and death of friends in 2017.
The beginning of 2018 marked the passing of the mom of a colleague. A depressing and somber mood to greet new beginnings.
I recall the story of the conversation between life and death.
Life asked death, why do people love me but hate you?
Death responded, because you are a beautiful lie and I’m a painful truth.
The cycle of life, and sadly, death, begins as soon as one is born. The older one lives in society, the more celebrations of life and death one encounters. Time has a way of showing us who and what matters in life. It also reminds us of joy of beginnings and the pains in letting go.
We all want happy moments. It is human nature to expect that. To most of us, celebrations are made up of these happy days – birthdays, anniversaries, special occasions, marriages, Christmases. Moments where “gift giving” is an obligatory event. Most of us avoid discussing death as a celebration.
I’d like to think that death, as dreary and morbid as he may seem is an obligatory event that’s worth celebrating. It provides us the opportunity to remember all the good and bad journeys of the person. It provides closure to life, no matter how short or how long it is shared with others. No matter how difficult or comfortable life was, death will always be the final book that the person wrote in his lifetime.
Albert Camus once said “there is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.”