Another trauma...Death

When someone whom we love dies, we are left with an emptiness inside.  We feel pain, sorrow, hurt and anger.  We know that we will eventually overcome the pain, and that our life will go on, but it does not change how we feel.  That nostalgia makes us put our lives into perspective.  It makes us come to the realization of how important it is to let the people that you love know how much you love them, and how important they are to you!  With all the running around that we do on a day to day basis, many times we overlook the importance of spending time with our loved ones. In all honesty, these moments are the only ones that have any value.  It's those moments that make us who we are. 

This morning I attended a burial and although I have attended many before (I have a really big family) for the first time it dawned on me how unprepared we truly are regarding death.  Seeing all the mourners, and the pain that everyone was going through with this loss, I realized that I had to find a positive point for such a moment.  I associated this moment with birth. When a child is created and is in the womb, they feel safe, and secure.  At that moment they can't imagine that there is ever a better place than in their mommy's womb.  As the months progress, and birth is inevitable, that moment when the water breaks and the contractions begin, the pushing out, and finally the birth... is the child truly prepared?  There it is the first trauma, BIRTH!

So, are we prepared? Perhaps yes, perhaps no...what I do know is that we arrive into an unknown place.  A place that no one has yet told us how it will be and then, once we arrive, we realize that it's not so bad.  Mommy is still there, and now there's so much space.  We live, love, grow, and think that there is no other place as this, and then it happens, if we're lucky one hundred years later, we must face death.

Again, we're afraid, we don't know what to truly expect.  No one can truly tell us "this is how it is going to be".  So we are fearful, perhaps we resign to our fate, but none the less there is a sense of not knowing what is to come.  Is it the end?  Is it like birth?  Is something better waiting for us?  Wouldn't we all like to know the answer to these questions, of course, but in reality we don't know the answers, we just have to accept and move to the next phase.