“I want to know how I impacted your life and hear about it while I am alive. These thoughts need to be shared and be made known so I can feed my heart. For what’s a good word to a dead man?”
When I was younger, the talk of death terrified me. I find it such a morbid topic to talk about. At that time, I also dreaded looking at or seeing coffins. I’d skip the viewing because I’d rather remember the person while they were alive.
But lately, the thought of death doesn’t scare me anymore. I can’t really pinpoint the reason why. Maybe it comes with age? Maybe readiness? Realization perhaps? I don’t really know. All I know is that I am not scared. I can’t say I am ready, because…who in their right mind thinks about dying? Of course, there is also the thought of, if I’ll end up in heaven or not. Because I know I am NOT a perfect – sinless human being.
In reality, when it’s time for us to go, whether we are ready or not or whether we like it or not….we go. I…
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