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The Truth About Dying That No One Talks About, But It’s The Truth
The ultimate step into the unknown.
Death and dying have been in my face activity since I was 9 years old. The first death I experienced and remember was my mother. It was unexpected and unplanned.
At 9 years old, who knows why death happens, and why she was taken from us at such a young age. The second death I experienced was a friend who took his own life at 10.
All I remember was him being a funny kid who chased me around school with bugs, and we all laughed and screamed. I also remember him coming to my house with his two older brothers and mother.
They had a broken home; I knew this at 10 years old. He was in my class at school for a brief time. His mother permanently moved around and was a nomad with 3 children. Yet he never appeared sad, but one day when he has left home alone with a gun, he decided he had enough.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings — Socrates
The 3rd death I experienced was my father’s. Yet again, unexpected and unplanned. After all of this, by age 13, I was hardened. Death was just something that I learned to accept, and when it happened, I knew it was just part of life.
