The fragility of life

I have made peace with my own death.

I’ve been thinking a lot about life and mortality lately. Not in a fearful way, but in a reflective one. I’ve realised I’m strangely at peace with the idea of my own death. What I’m not at peace with and maybe never will be is the thought of losing the people I love. Watching someone you care about walk through grief is one of the sharpest pains life can hand you. A part of you goes with the person you lose, and somehow life reshapes you in ways you never asked for.

This week, those thoughts have sat with me more than usual. Not in a dark way just present. I keep thinking about how heavy grief is for the ones left behind. That part hurts the most.

This year alone, I’ve stood beside people mourning people they loved deeply. I’ve been in cold, quiet hospital corridors. I’ve gone to the mortuary in the middle of the night. I’ve cried over someone I never met simply because I could feel the ache of those who loved them. It reminded me again how fragile and sacred life really is.

As a child, I used to think it would be easier if I were the first one to go. Then life happened. Grief showed me its teeth. I watched each one of us shatter when my sister died, and I realised nothing about loss is ever simple.

And yet still every morning..I wake up and thank God for breath, for life, for one more day.

Love and light.

Cheers

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7 thoughts on “The fragility of life”

  1. The only reassuring thing is that we die once, on so only once in a lifetime do we get to grief a single person….which in itself isn’t fully reassuring in terms of how deep it may cut

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    1. True💯
      And it’s crazy how grief is different with every person you lose. And I think the silent thing we move around with in our adulthood is looking at the people we love and worrying that maybe it might be the last time we’re seeing them. Haaah or maybe I am the only weirdo who experiences that.

      Thanks Toni♥️

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  2. The only reassuring thing is that we die once, on so only once in a lifetime do we get to grief a single person….which in itself isn’t fully reassuring in terms of how deep it may cut

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