Friday was beautiful. I will write about it, hopefully, if I feel better on Sunday or Monday.
Today, however, I have felt nothing but an overwhelming saddness and sense of futility. I have slept most of the day.... feeling the horror and fear of loss of those we love. Death is the most horrid foe there is and yet it is a foe that must always win.
To imagine that our lives are to a large extent simply learning to know and love those we consider family...... and then to an equal extent our lives are about watching each of them die in turn. It is enough to cause my heart to rupture.
And of course we are in that mix too.... if we learn to love and learn to have others love us, we too will become a death statistic for those whom we love that exit later than we do.
What is the point? Life has no point. It is simply learning to care and then having your heart shredded and ripped out, cell-by-cell as everyone for whom we care dies.
PipeTobacco
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