Death -
It's a part of life that we all hate and ignore and fear and avoid. Sometimes though, you aren't given those options and it bangs loudly on your door, not going away like solicitor or religious fanatic eventually do.
I got word that a good friends dad passed away and my heart went out to him. I know loss, too well I know the pain. Family is always different, whether you are close or not, it's part of the tree of your life that has gone on. A portion of you is now reduced, whether you want it or not.
I was told that a friend I had made two years ago was given seven days to live. She passed this morning and it sucks. She is my age, she's a strong and funny and kind hearted woman and I really wish I had more time to get to know her. I don't. I won't and that's just how it is. No more dreams and hopes and laughs and conversations and memories. It just...
Stops.
My heart is heavy for my friends impacted by these two recent events. All we can do is honour the memory where we can and move forward, living our lives loudly and brightly, daring the darkness to try to overcome.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas
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