Life is a strange configuration.
The force that burns within us all feels so strong.
Until one day... when it doesn't.
Like the sun, it rises slowly, we reach our milestones
it burns intensely with the all rage of a nine-to-five job
and then the sun must set, whether in a nursing home, or suddenly.
I saw a poster in a nursing home recently that read "The sunset is just as beautiful as the sunrise", and I had to concur. It really should be. I do know the physical realities of it, but without the beauty of a soul finally finishing its long, intrepid journey on our island Earth, where is the meaning?
I wish I knew what happens when the sun goes down. That Grandma will finally be reunited with her long-lost love Grandpa, that the cat who fought lymphoma so hard is finally at peace, that there will finally be something for those poor little kids in third world countries... Something that makes up for it all... I know there exists a plethora of religions that attempt to explain what happens after we die, of course; but the thing is - no one really knows, for a fact. Only those who have come before ever could, and last I checked, when they talk, it is largely believed to be some sort of hallucination.
What do you think? Anyone? What is your personal version of what happens after you die?
I don't know what to think any more. My Great Grandmother (I know, but she deserves a set of capitals) passed away today, after battling the aftermath of a massive stroke that left her totally hemiplegic for about six months. She fought hard, even though she admitted it was hard to when she missed her late husband so much. I'm sure gonna miss her. I'm not sure what else I can say just yet, because I don't think I've really processed it yet.
So, what do you think? What happens when you die?
