Monday, August 11, 2014

Loosing family members

I lost my grandfather this weekend. He was a good man, and he had a very good sense of humour. All the good moments me and my family shared with him are now gone. Of course we will remember, but it is not the same. Some people loose their parents, some other their brothers or sisters. Sometimes it is a loved one like a wife or husband. Sometimes a child, a friends etc..I think that death is one of the most painful truth that we have to go through, or live with. The void it brings, the tears, the memories, the fact that you will never ever see that person again. The unanswered questions and sometime regrets. If it wasn't for death though, we would probably take ourselves for granted even more than we actually do.

Sometimes death can be seen as an exit when the pain is too deep. Some of our folks who dies of sickness like cancer or h.i.v. suffer a lot in some cases before they leave us. Death rhymes with solitude, not in a sentence meaning but in reality. We might feel very lonely after a longtime relationship have just ended or when we're just alone. But loosing people bring you in a deep solitude that is hard to match. As one leaves this world, another is born. That might be the beauty in death, giving space for a new born, but ain't the Universe huge enough for everybody? Sometimes i feel like i understand death, and that it is alright or normal. And that's just before i loose someone and then it's screw death. Maybe i'm being selfish. I guess it's part of the beauty of being mortal and courageous in life, staying positive and joyfull while being aware that we can all suffer and die anytime soon. That's just life i guess. One thing is for sure though, loosing people around you changes you bit by bit and life is never the same afterwards.


  1. You have my condolences Steve.

  2. I am sorry for your loss. However, the fact that you are breathing and remembering the memories of your grandfather with you means that his spirit still lives in you. Do not give up hope.

  3. My dog Grace, who was like family to me, died about a week after your grandfather. I feel like my understanding of what you say has been enhanced.


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