This is a proverb, I don’t recall from where, but what I do know is that death is as much a part of life as birth. I very recently received word that my cousin’s husband passed away as well as three of my uncles and one friend.
I had never met my cousin’s husband but I was still sorry for her loss. One uncle I didn’t really care much for, in fact, apathy was the kindest emotion I could drum up. My other two uncles were very good to me as a child and throughout my teenage years. I was saddened to hear of their passing.
An old and dear friend of mine passed away suddenly and unexpectedly just a few weeks ago. She was the type of friend who would tell you the (ugly at times) truth and give you her honest opinion. She did so gently, kindly and with love. She was only a couple of years older than me which confirmed my own mortality. I miss my friend.
The deaths of my friend and family members are a stark reminder that life is short and you don’t always get a chance to say good-bye. I admit that this is the main reason I started talking to my parents again, however infrequently. How I feel about them is complicated, to say the least, however, that doesn’t mean I don’t love or care about them. My life would feel less complicated if I didn’t give a rat’s ass… But I digress…
The older I get the more I notice time is no longer on my side, that’s a luxury reserved for the very young.
My Phoenix Rising 