Approaching Death
I am old, very old. As a matter of fact, I am dying.
I have a bladder that I can no longer control. I hardly move. The life sap is waning. I know that I am dying.
There is no emotion – no sadness, no happiness, no hope, no regret, no anger and no frustrations. My emotional state is completely neutral and void, like the way nature should be.
My sister is beside me. She is still young.
I am ready to die, maybe in a few hours, maybe in a few days, or maybe, in a few weeks. I am okay with that.
But suddenly, I realise that there is one important thing which I’ve almost forgotten! At this very moment, while I still have a few breaths before I go, I know I can still write a letter! This letter will be addressed to my family, close friends and all the people who have cared about me. In my letter, I will tell them that they don’t need to mourn for my death. They don’t need to hold a funeral for me. If they have loved me, that’s good enough for me. There is no point in wasting time and energy to dwell on sadness and grief. If they’ve loved me and I’ve loved them, what sadness is there to mourn? I will also tell them that I want them to move on and carry on with their individual life, do whatever is important in their life. If they don’t want to mourn their own death, the only thing they need to do is to enjoy each living moment.
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