Los Angeles, California
29 July 2013
The fact is we all deal with ONE reality. No matter how you slice it people you love will stop breathing while YOU must continue. Why?
Well… for countless reasons of course. Last but not least… IF everyone lived forever, where would you put all those people? People are bulky things, animals. Whenever anybody dies there is always a body to deal with. Unavoidable. Even in crime-shows: THE BODY is always a key narrative element in a story of death. It must always be examined after death and then prepared for burial…
So final. “The last resting place…” Yikes. That phrase really sounds… TERMINAL.
Metaphors abound. Words flow. Tears tickle. Feelings swell.
WE ride the bus of emotions UP and DOWN when LOVE passes through town.
WHEN someone we LOVE reaches the “Final Destination.”
The place where we leave our bodies behind.
The End.
Is not the end for everybody else. WE must carry on and continue to fulfill our duties with all the dignity and grace one can muster. WE MUST. There is no choice in that regard; as long as we LIVE we are here to LIVE, LOVE, LEARN and get on with the business of LIFE.
Basta!
El Fin.
End of story… No. The SOUL… that tiny wisp of cosmos… lives on.
How? What? YOU ask. I won’t answer. You won’t believe me. I don’t mind. I just don’t expect anybody who doesn’t believe to start believing just because I do.
Now, that THAT threshold moment in our lives is NOW… we pray and thank goodness we had the chance to LOVE the living ANGEL while she simply enjoying LIFE in her increasingly dilapidated body. Really, she is better off now, I think. Free, of that cumbersome shell and part of everything that makes the world stick together and keeps oxygen free.
Sincerely,
Frau Kolb
