I had a feeling today that many people were dying. In the news, at least, and in the news that is the digital feed. I feel as though car accidents and unfortunate incidents are afoot. And I feel the biggest tragedy is that the art of a life story was abruptly left…in a cliffhanger, almost. Maybe almost literally. And that ink cannot be refreshed to start writing anew. Death is a strange predicament.
I spoke to a coworker. Someone well liked in the community was struck by a car. Dead. A student, no less, with all of the potential in the world. It’s so strange we put emphasis on the youth that was robbed. We do not know that he was to do great things. But it is rather that lack of realization that we mourn. He didn’t have a chance to fail us or wow us. He just died….too soon.
I would be mad if I died and if I could feel anger at moment of death which is unlikely. I have so many plans for this world. Yet it is sobering to see how my drawn out plans may be an undoing of a lifetime. The sheer amount of time to accomplish things means I have all the more opportunity to die before I am accepting of that death. But really…who accepts death? Running out of time is the stuff of nightmares. I may not sleep tonight if I dwell on this much longer.
I have a fish room not finished. If I dropped dead tomorrow, I would be ashamed to leave my mess for someone else to clean up. I want to be remembered for good things………
but that is the silly part of the matter.
Who is really remembered?