Death for each of us is a great mystery, an unsolved riddle. It is also part of our lives. Each of us was born, each of us will also die. We are able to estimate the time of birth because it is easy to calculate it from the moment of conception. The final day we are not able to calculate in any mathematical way. There is no algorithm or equation that defines the day of our death. What we can surmise is when that time will occur. Many people, at some stage in their lives, come to the conclusion that it is worth preparing for it. However, it is difficult to prepare for it when it comes suddenly.
The photographs of those who have passed away suddenly form an archive of their own ups and downs. The news of a death, is a huge blow to any human being. Emotional chaos ensues, tears of emotion that are as natural a response as possible. Fear and uncertainty, emptiness and memories.
We find it difficult to come to terms with reality. We feel that the pain is stronger than ourselves. We are unable to reconcile. We keep asking the rhetorical question: why?
Father Twardowski wrote: "Let's hurry to love people, they leave so quickly". These words are a guideline for the rest of our lives.
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What if we can't love...? Then let's at least appreciate and respect it. It's worth pausing for a moment in reflecting on what we live for. We need to realise when to put a full stop in our own lives and when to take a minute's silence.
