Many years ago my husband had a good friend whose only hobby in life was to drink alcohol. When I first met him he was in the full throes of alcoholism and it wasn't attractive to be around. My husband and I stepped away from him and as time went on so did his wife, his children, his family, his friends and then he lost his job but still he continued to drink. He died yesterday or maybe his body died yesterday but he was dead many years ago and upon receiving news of his death this morning and then reading this article I am reminded life is to be lived. If this friend could look back at his life what would his legacy be? I know of it was me I know I'd want my legacy to be something to be cherished by those I left behind those who loved me most. - thank you for this article I needed to read this today.
Death doesn’t whisper just to scare us. It chants so we remember the melody of being alive. It pokes the heart, not to torment it, but to wake it from autopilot.
Your uncle and grandmother didn’t just die. They passed the torch. The grease-stained wisdom of a mechanic mystic. The bread-scented grace of a matriarch who outloved the century. That’s ancestral fire. That’s what lights the path when the night gets too honest.
Memento mori isn’t morbid. It’s the alarm clock for the soul. You don’t get forever. But you do get now. And if you love hard enough, now is plenty.
This hit hard for me. My Dad passed in 2021 in a city far away from where the rest of us in the family lived. It was sudden, a shock to the system, and it traumatized me. Knowing that I wasn't there with him during his last moments haunts me to this day. Now I'm left with anxiety over my mother and her health.
I don't know when she'll go. I know that it's a natural part of life, but I still get scared about the following things:
1. Will I be able to prepare for what's inevitable?
2. How will I live on in a world without her?
3. Can I make it in this world when she's no longer around?
All I can do is pray that I get more time with my Mom, prepare as best as I can, and try my best to focus on cherishing every moment I have with her while she's still here.
These chapters about death ☠️-
Are tough.
It reminds me the time of being mentally sick.
I was just like that.
And now I’m not.
I had hair loss.
Didn’t ate.
My eyes were dark.
I wanted to vomit.
Food didn’t had taste.
Now I started over.
And redoing things.
I try again food that I already know.
Start living again.
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Many years ago my husband had a good friend whose only hobby in life was to drink alcohol. When I first met him he was in the full throes of alcoholism and it wasn't attractive to be around. My husband and I stepped away from him and as time went on so did his wife, his children, his family, his friends and then he lost his job but still he continued to drink. He died yesterday or maybe his body died yesterday but he was dead many years ago and upon receiving news of his death this morning and then reading this article I am reminded life is to be lived. If this friend could look back at his life what would his legacy be? I know of it was me I know I'd want my legacy to be something to be cherished by those I left behind those who loved me most. - thank you for this article I needed to read this today.
Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal and heartbreaking story. What an incredibly moving and sobering account.
This one landed in the ribcage.
Death doesn’t whisper just to scare us. It chants so we remember the melody of being alive. It pokes the heart, not to torment it, but to wake it from autopilot.
Your uncle and grandmother didn’t just die. They passed the torch. The grease-stained wisdom of a mechanic mystic. The bread-scented grace of a matriarch who outloved the century. That’s ancestral fire. That’s what lights the path when the night gets too honest.
Memento mori isn’t morbid. It’s the alarm clock for the soul. You don’t get forever. But you do get now. And if you love hard enough, now is plenty.
This is a good read, thanks for shedding light on what I worry about.
This hit hard for me. My Dad passed in 2021 in a city far away from where the rest of us in the family lived. It was sudden, a shock to the system, and it traumatized me. Knowing that I wasn't there with him during his last moments haunts me to this day. Now I'm left with anxiety over my mother and her health.
I don't know when she'll go. I know that it's a natural part of life, but I still get scared about the following things:
1. Will I be able to prepare for what's inevitable?
2. How will I live on in a world without her?
3. Can I make it in this world when she's no longer around?
All I can do is pray that I get more time with my Mom, prepare as best as I can, and try my best to focus on cherishing every moment I have with her while she's still here.