I use to find death an extremely terrifying subject and I’m pretty sure I’m joined with the same sentiments by plenty of others. I’ve never really had to deal with losing a loved one directly (knock on wood). But I’ve witnessed many of my dear ones mourn after losing someone they love. Through this, I’ve seen enough to know that the grievance is like an open fresh wound that takes a long time to heal and, maybe the healing stage is never complete. Whether it’s a family, friend or even a pet, death does a lot to those that remain on earth.
I’m not sure if all children grew up feeling frightened of death after a night’s thought of “losing mum or dad”, but I did. I was one of those children that had a hard time understanding and accepting my religion and the concept of life, death and reincarnation. There would be nights where I’d be in tears after thinking the worst. I’d question, “What if I don’t ever see them again?” or “What if I don’t get reincarnated with the same people I love?” It was a weird feeling. Death to me was complicated and religion just made things worse.
But as much as it’s still somewhat terrifying, my idea on it has transitioned. Instead of seeing it as a dreadful part of reality that you eventually face sooner or later, I’ve come to accept it as a close to the many chapters in a person’s life. All that remains of an individual after their final chapter is their story, a homage to one’s life through the scattered pieces of memories that’s left – letters, photographs, videos, and other remnants of that, once, human being. These are the aspects of your life that eventually live on as you die. It gets you wondering, how do you want to be remembered on this earth?