Death

Tessa Greenaway
Aug 26, 2017 · 3 min read

Tuesday it all started. A facebook friend posting about her older brother passing at 23 years old. We were all just recovering from hearing the tragic news about a 24 year old mother being found in a deep cistern, dead after her two young boys were found also dead by a man cutting grass. Then on Wednesday, the news hit home. My former homeroom and computer teacher and friend had passed away from fighting cancer. She had just flown up to the States for a check up and there told that nothing more could be done for her. She was hoping to return to her job at my old school that starts next week. Death is a strange strange thing. It touches one human being and then sends cold, chilling ripples through all those who have ever come in contact with that person. Soon after, it causes each to break down and ask why and how and when in cycles all the while, the person it first touched has no idea of what is taking place. If you believe in the after life, then you know that the person will only find out after the fact and perhaps go through the same emotions we have gone through years before. Initial phases of shock, denial, anger, betrayal, sadness…you know the drill. If you believe in the biblical after life then you would know that Jesus, the son of God would wake up the sleeping dead and they’d experience shock, surprise, befuddlement, a sudden realization of all the time passed…

You get my point. Death is strange.

Not only that, Death bites and bites hard. Just like getting stabbed over and over by a crude maniac, you can never get used to each sting of pain. No matter how many times you’ve seen death come around and visit you, you’ll always dread the results. Each person death touches is one person that’s never been before and will never be again. Perhaps that’s why we can never get used to it. So the next time Death decides to show up, whether its three days in a row or ever so often, I will always run, run as hard and as long as I possibly can to get away from it. Death is every man’s enemy. No man’s friend.

My father once said that Death is a welcome friend in pain and suffering. Because in death you know nothing and feel nothing. You are unconscious. Even so, I still prefer Life. In Life I can feel everything. I can feel loved, wanted, trusted, welcomed. I can make a difference in life. I can smile, laugh and enjoy many moments of it all stitched together. I can dream and then go try to execute it all. I can write down how I feel about things like I’m doing right now. In death, all one can do is nothing and others have only your actions of yesterday to look back on. Let’s make those memories in their minds wonderful. Let’s make life wonderful — for we only get one of it to live.

I do believe in the after life, yet. One where death meets it’s own end and we can live on forever with no worries with it never showing it’s ugly face ever again. In a place called heaven.

To all who have lost loved ones recently, may God comfort you and be your source of strength to live out this thing called life.

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Tessa Greenaway

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