For my Papa Joe, who died early this morning and who I cannot attend the funeral due to my surgery. I know you know I’m there in spirit. I love you.
Death is the great divider.
It separates loved ones from those who go on before.
It takes without mercy and without heart.
It doesn’t wait for a better time.
It doesn’t care if everyone who meant anything to you can come see you one last time.
It just takes.
Death was once scary to me.
I didn’t understand death.
It was just this thing that took people that I loved with no remorse.
It hung over me like a black cloud, looming over those that I loved that were on in years.
Death was my hated nemesis.
But after years of growth, I understand death.
It is not a judger of people.
It doesn’t choose who stays and who goes.
It doesn’t have feelings.
It does its job unconcerned with the collateral damage.
I’ve learned to love through death.
To love because I know I will see you again.
To love because death cannot separate us forever.
To love because death is not the end, it is the beginning.
Though death separates us, I will continue to love you.