Tuesday, November 11, 2014


He's awkward with death.

He hasn't seen much of it up close, barring a batchmate's in school. He didn't know the batchmate too well, had no idea how he met his end and never got to see the body at the funeral. Still, he cried. Over the years, relatives have passed away but he's never been in the thick of it, still cocooned in the mountains of his childhood days & the life he leads (or rather, the life that leads him) in the big city.

Ever since, death has become a scurrying search for comforting words. And no matter the intentions, one can never ever understand what the other person is going through, so it's prudent not to utter those dreadful words. In his case, there are no words. Maybe awkwardness or an anecdote out of place considering the situation. But he knows that his emotion is true, his concern is genuine. No searching there.

Death is always a sad moment compared to birth. Apart from the fact that you're letting go of someone you've probably known your entire life & gotten extremely fond of, it is also because there is no good way to die. Even the "went peacefully in his/her sleep" is not something one ever looks forward to. He's unsure if that is also true of people who say they're "ready to go in peace." Are they, and in peace?

On the other hand, birth is arrival of new life and merrily anticipated. In our lifetimes, we will witness many births & deaths until we crumble into the dust ourselves. It will be much to ask for but when the day comes, there need to be happy faces left behind. And if there must be tears, let them be tears of joy: for a life well lived, for a person much loved & for memories indelible.

He's headed to meet his friend's new born. The cycle continues...