Life
Sometimes life just comes along and sweeps you up in a little whirlwind. I'm in one of those. My feet had barely landed in London before my best friend and oldest friends Mum lost her battle against cancer. Yesterday was the funeral. In amongst the emotions and worry and practical factors everything else just seems to pale in comparison.
This last year seems to have been one big lesson in the impermance of life. Nothing lasts. Any second the rug can be pulled from underneath. It all seems futile somehow. And yet, you look around the room at a funeral and see the love and memories and surely all of that is worth all the pain that comes when that story is bought to an end.
Yet, it's so hard to find a point to it all isn't it. What is this experience called life? And how do we cope with it when at times the rawness of it's callenges seem overwhelming? I ask this for no other reason than to put it out there.
Death brings those left behind closer and that is the positive. The memories are the positive. But it doesn't half feel crap.
This last year seems to have been one big lesson in the impermance of life. Nothing lasts. Any second the rug can be pulled from underneath. It all seems futile somehow. And yet, you look around the room at a funeral and see the love and memories and surely all of that is worth all the pain that comes when that story is bought to an end.
Yet, it's so hard to find a point to it all isn't it. What is this experience called life? And how do we cope with it when at times the rawness of it's callenges seem overwhelming? I ask this for no other reason than to put it out there.
Death brings those left behind closer and that is the positive. The memories are the positive. But it doesn't half feel crap.
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