Today, the mother buried by Charlotte's classmate.
Three weeks ago two guys were standing here in front of the door to Charlotte to announce that Leah's mom died, for a few seconds, the world stood still. I was only on Monday to eat with her ... How can it be? So from one moment to another? Was watch what they made me intensely ? Leave Is that why I gulped down my comment? Was that why I had chest pain for days before? If the death does not always softly softly?
I was not particularly connected to her. Why have I had the feeling?
It did not take long and the phone rang. They were all shocked, shocked, speechless. Like me. The day flew past me - somehow.
As I lay in bed at night, let me not leave the question - why me? What united us, what we did not see.
I sent her love and light, accompanied them in thought. And then peace laid on me. The heart was free again and not hurt. I found my words again.
The class teacher has a candle lit. Two hours were children crying - but then it was time enough! Go on like this, as if nothing had happened, pretend that everything would go on ...
This is how we deal with death. Cry - and then go to the agenda.
Lea worry whether they should laugh at school. And they may ask? In an eight year old girl, we understand that support the laughter. So we better deal with the situation.
But what we express? - If we do not talk about it, it did not happen? But it happened. In the evening Mom is not in bed and reads a bit, Mom's Christmas present, Mom no longer cooks, mom seeks not me with the new glitter to ... There are no more everyday.
There is nothing worse than someone crying and suffering to see. It seems to us intolerable. What should we do and say?
there to do or say anything - except I'm here - just as desperate and bewildered as you, but I am there. I grieve with you your sorrow touches me. "
That is to say or show. This as a we. If the mother goes, breaking up the world, gets all wrong, colors, and things have a new meaning. And the 'old' world to be adopted yet. It hurts, unbearable pain, tears and shakes it. - But it has happened!
The World keeps turning. The outside world continues to exist. But the death of a man has an impact. They are serious and drastic the closer we are to the dead.
and the eighth we should.
And we should see death in the eye. Because he accompanies us always and everywhere. He is more than a shadow. Concern for the 'After' fears us. The memory of his own death. We know that our life is limited and finite. Why do we act as if it were otherwise?
'Give every day the chance to be the most beautiful of your life' is not a pious little verse. Behind this is but 'man, remember your mortality', there and then, life can be over. And if Let's talk about it and are honest, then we have in front of huge anxiety. Who wants his children to leave alone? Who wants to do even step into the unknown, leaving his loved ones? We set up our lives, as it appears to us pleasant, we try as often as possible to be happy. We strive to experience harmony. And for what? That we are easily torn so powerless and without influence? This is so insane.
But it is. Life was given to us from just appearing so senseless reasons. We must learn to feel, to expand, explore, love and suffer. We can smell our babies, fall in love, make friends and feel boundless. For that alone I am glad to be here, thank you for this opportunity.
for me and I am sure that our death is simply the way in the immeasurable, in peace, joy, Lichtsein is. And that - although I would leave the fall so terribly difficult - I am ... Every day! Death is my constant companion - whether I like it or not. So I am just friends with him ... So the journey is just beautiful.
the funeral I will not go today. I bade farewell - my way. In the discussion of who-are-much-money-and-when-a-more-there-be-on-the-map-marked-I like not agree.
I sincerely hope a more open approach to death, with the families and our fears.
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