Temperance

A witness to the loss of a loved one

Life is unpredictable at times, suffering is spontaneous, we suffer to our very end, in our last moments. We neither breathe nor can we utter, a sound. Our body gives out and we can't even feel as our body slowly gives in to the state of decay.

Perhaps it is destined to be that way, as our loved ones hold us trying to hold on as they wail to not let us go from their hearts, and life itself — it is inevitable but perhaps that's what life is, a gift that should be lived rather than fearing what's not in our control, to begin with.

It feels peaceful but empty, to me of how she is gone. She neither couldn't drink her medicine, nor could she speak. In her final moments, it was all a struggle to live, to breathe but she wasn't alone.

I do regret, regret is that one memoir that will keep reminding me to treasure and make do the best with what is left with me until the day i leave the way she left. Perhaps, I would have people who love me by my side too, as did she. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be that bad a death as most people believe.

Perhaps, someone like me would become a witness to my demise, someday. Someone would write their depression away too, to let them know that there is hope in regret too, as there is a positive outlook that comes from all things in life.

It is peaceful here at the moment. Its morning right now. The birds are chirping, and life is blossoming. But those who have passed onward are still alive in my heart and the hearts of many — we never truly die.

A person dies, when people forget them — but they are always alive in the people they touch and beared.

Love and connection transcend all worldly bonds, perhaps the only thing that matters in life that we should, value, treasure, and give freely.

Love yourself, and the people around you, take care of each other and try, just keep trying to live life — share and love.