The past week was not so particularly good; with two
funerals in a row you can expect anything from it either. I hate funerals for a
start, they make me rather uncomfortable. But where I stand different from the
vast majority of people is on point of perspective, I hate funerals not because
I have a hard time understanding life and contemplating death and neither
because those are the moments that reveal the evanescence of existence. I hate
funerals because of the way it is celebrated rather mourned. I believe death
has to be celebration not a moment of sadness, it is a moment if liberation the
point of the ultimate nirvana.
May I think so because
nobody close enough to me have so far died to cause me a traumatic state
of mind or neither have I connected so well with the great people who have
passed away so far in my close kith and kin. I do understand and uphold the
possibility of a complete crackdown in ideology whilst someone so dear does
pass away. If any do hold a stance not in unison to me do take me for a nubile
and let it go.
I am writing this as a memorial for the souls whom I knew
and did not have the good will to know before they disposed their mortal
selves. The first of it was the father
of a friend, rather an acquaintance. I must say it was a very bad day to get to
know him His father’s funeral is by no way the best of days to know a person
and understand him. It’s so strange yet so true that in such dire moments we
see people with no makeup, they are clear like crystal. Amidst the broken mind
and the fl9owing tears they don’t have the time to put up a facet. They are bared inside out and all they crave
is a pat on their shoulder and a shoulder to rest on.
He was a wonderful person, teacher and personality, Not that
I know him personally in the eyes of my friend and his mother I saw what a
human he was, a true noble soul. In the words of anger that they uttered with
divine disgust I was the loving father he was and in their omniscient silence I
saw what and how much he meant to them. After all what could a man what from
his short mortal stay than to leave a legacy behind, not in big books of
history or in bronze statues but in the hearts of men and women whom he lived
with and shared his life and its worth with. A man of incalculable value and an
owner of a wide heart. May he rest in peace and may his family rejoice in the
memories he left behind for them.
It’s unbelievable isn’t it that in every second almost
somebody very dear and real to somebody just cease to exist, some we know many
we don’t know. Death is a ubiquitous truth that happens with no warning, no
pattern nor any premonitions and yet its remains the most beautiful of all
things that could happen to a person. Death is just the end of a dream we call
life and death is an awakening into a world beyond the boundaries of this dream
we call reality. Death is never an end it’s just the beginning of another
existence.