love & death

He was a son. He was also a not so good football player. A brother, a someone’s friend and some girl's husband or some kid's father in the future. However it is not. I never knew him, and I guess now I never will. Grief is like the ocean, it is deep and dark and bigger than all of us and pain is like a thief in the night, quiet, persistent, unfair, and diminished by time, faith and love.

Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you were not you anymore? If you were suddenly gone, how would your world react? Whatever you imagined was wrong. There is nothing romantic about death, at least which is what people always said, but not me. Death tears people apart, we should agree on that, death rips our heart into a broken pieces, we should agree on that, death separate our soul from our body, yes, we should also agree on that. Death is evil, dark and lonely.

I did not know him but I am jealous of him because I see how his absence has affected the people that did know him, so I know that he did matter to them. And I know he was loved, so I guess somehow and somewhere in the middle of this anger we have towards death, I guess death is also love, which what people will disagree with.

Death lead us to forgiveness, it wakes us up that this life is too short for an anger, jealously, hate, and a rivalry. When death arrived, it strikes us like a lightning, coming through our chest, and in a blink of an eye, we knew that everything is over. We cannot have our second chance because what we only have is this one chance, and this one chance will be taken away from us, and we did not know it how and we did not know it when. Death is like an unseen shadow.

Generally love is beautiful, and love never dies, not even when death is arrived. Death can take our souls out, that is for sure, and death leaves our bodies inside the ground and let our souls fly to the air, searching for a place, called heaven or hell. See, death is evil, but no matter how evil death is, it cannot ever take love away with it, because love, unlike death, it is hard to leave us.

He is dead, but these people still feel his presence although this world has eaten his body, but his soul is still here, flying around, messing around, and try to fill those empty voids that are left in everyone’s life. Love is guarding his souls, like a halo, protecting it from the death, so that those people that love him can cherish all those great and happy moments when he was alive, death can never take away that, no matter how evil it is.

There is nothing romantic about death, but death does bring love together, and the love that has been brought will protect everything that is left behind. Is death cruel? No it is not. Death is just something sad, because we are losing, because we thought everything is over, but it is not. Death is not losing, death is a continuing, continuing of the soul’s life where yes indeed we cannot feel it’s presence, but we can feel its love, because love is protecting it, from another death.

He is dead. But his love is pretty much alive, it is graceful, inspiring, and having a lot of promising ends. During his lifetimes people said, on a happy moment he will craft a smile, as if he was almost seemed as though he could fly, but I guess now, without any doubt, he surely can.