Death makes me contemplate so many things. And I am writing this post so early in the morning because I barely slept after seeing a dead man yesterday.
Holit Annewetey wasn't exactly my friend and I only met him once. He was my brother in-law and my sister's husband's brother. I did hear a lot of nice things about him and I was sad to see such life pass away. R.I.P Holit. May you find rest in the bosom of your maker.
So anyway about death and the many questions it raises for me...
Most tend to be spiritual or religion related. I feel I need to read more about other religions to understand this further but the main thing I asked myself after seeing a lifeless body was "so where did his soul go?"
I know you're thinking 'heaven or hell' at this point but that's not what I mean.
If 'life' as it is, is actually just breath...it proves to me that generally, until the death of a relative, friend or some other person, we actually take our breath for granted. Life force and spirit cannot be ignored. They must be acknowledged.
I don't care about your religion or your system of beliefs. All I'm saying is one day you may 'wake' to find yourself alone and/or in a strange place. You and I will cross over to a place we probably were never really ready to enter.
And so for what it's worth, be thankful always for the breath of life. It may seem like the simplest thing, and the most insignificant of our daily life processes, but breathing every second is a gift.
On this note;
My the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in perfect peace.
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