The occurences of life

Awoken by the shadows of a small figure, my little one comes to wake me up as she usually does. This morning however will be only similar in routine. Moments later I will receive a phone call from loved ones, introspection will follow.....

Almost a year ago this same month brought about the unexpected death of a family member. Gunned down by a act of violence. A hard working mother of three took her last breathes in this world, a family left to reason why this happened.

Fast forward a year and we all remember the tremendous women that left us to soon. Her children are succeeding like she always knew they would, they remember the women that would shape their lives. We all remember the smiles and experiences we had with this wonderful being.

The morning crust is wiped away as I awake with my daughter, the phone rings. A voice speaks in a bleak demeanor and only advises to check social media to confirm some news. I end the call and open the app on my phone, I begin to see what I had feared to be true, another family member gone before their time. A son to a widowed mother is lifeless on the road found at a wreck that would end his vibrant life.  A positive soul who rescues dogs in his spare time is left battered on the roadside a life gone in a flash of destruction.

This morning brings weighted sorrows and fond memories. My feelings are entangled between the outlook that guides my life and the very real notion of the end and the emotions that it brings. I juggle the explanation of life and the fate of death to my little one. We discuss it with a reasoning of celebration. We discuss that this life has many ways to unfold and death is a notion that will occur in this existence. She acknowledges this and give her best attempts of reasoning this reality.

My head is a whirlwind of memories. Fond experiences of two lives that had intersected time and time again. I don't cry, I don't feel sad, I feel life. I understand that this person is no longer here and nothing I could ever do will change that. I don't fall into sorrow, I respect life and respect this occurrence. I focus on the celebration of this life and all the moments I shared with this human, I find joy.

Life is a beautiful tapestry. In unfolds to expose triumphs and sometimes it collapses and ripples turbulent waves. We could never control something so beautiful.

On this day I have lost a human I knew and loved. Today I celebrate a life and remember the intersections of experience.

I close my eyes and slip into the dark abyss. Tomorrow my daughter will come wake me as usual. The day will be unlike the last and with that I will continue to live this life.

A human form is now gone but this being has returned back to eternity. I cannot answer this for the countless others who loved him like I did , but for me this person is as alive as he was the last time I had the privilege of being with him.

He now lives in me and in all those who will ever be.

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