herskin's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her Mortality Death is a tricky thing, something that one will never fully comprehend. My Faith teaches me not to fear death, but I don't know that's necessarily what people fear exactly. I think more often than not, they are scared of the unknown. Mortality is a heavy issue that most of us never want to think about. However, in times like these, where we have lost two people in such a short time, I can't help but have it weigh on my mind some. Last week, my aunt's father died. The man was 91, one of seven children with four kids of his own as well as many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He was a jovial man almost until the end, talking about his days in the military when he used to hop freight trains and dance with girls at the USO. Those are the memories that his family will cling to rather than the fragmented man with a mean streak that he was in his final days. Disease had turned him into someone that he was not. I can't help but think he is up there somewhere, dancing at "Suppertime." And then there is Brianne. I worked with her in high school. She was friends with my boyfriend and played volleyball with a lot of my friends. We were friends of circumstance, linked through a network of mutual acquaintances. Then, eventually, she sort of dropped out of our inner circle, and I never really thought about her again. That was, until I got the sad news yesterday afternoon that she had committed suicide last week. I don't know what her life was like these past few years. I only wish that more of us would have stayed her friend. All that I ever wanted was a symphony 9:34 AM - 03.10.08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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