We lost someone to death. The deceased had been weak for a while. I had paid a visit to the family on Sunday morning. He was lying peacefully on the bed, asleep then. The next evening, he was a ‘body’, lying on the floor. Whatever we knew of him as ‘him’ had gone. What was happening now was for the living.
I thought for a while about death. I don’t believe that thinking about death is morbid. On the contrary, avoiding thoughts about death seems defensive. Like all contradictions, how can we savor life fully without being aware of death? Inevitability of death adds enthusiasm to one’s embrace of life. I wouldn’t confuse that with impulsiveness and recklessness in the face of death. I value my living moments more since I know they are numbered and depleting.
I do not know when and how I will die. But I surely wish that my life would prepare me and the ones near me for my departure without fuss. I don’t think much of a bucket list because doing to-do things is easy. Finishing business with people is tough. I would like to meet some people again before I am gone. But they also should want to meet me. Now, how does one make *that* happen?