Celebrating the lives of those who are gone

It is hard when we lose friends. However they choose to leave this life they leave behind a void that cannot just simply be filled. It’s a time where they are at peace yet there is still turmoil and anguish in our own lives. The emotions begin to run through our minds at a hundred miles per hour, what, why, when and how.

The hardest part is knowing we will never see them again alive, that is the thing that hurts the most. Suddenly the trivial moments that we once shared become cherished memories; the small things that seemed so insignificant become lifelong treasures. It is only at times like these do we realise that life is precious and we should be grateful for what we have and who we are.

We can never turn back the hands of time; we cannot change the feelings and emotions of those who are gone. All we can do is take stock of what we have and try and celebrate the lives of those who have gone through our own happiness. In our lives we will meet people that will come into our lives for a reason, those that touch us deep at every conceivable moment. Some will briefly enter our lives; others will remain with use forever. Let’s never forget them.

I will leave you with a quote from The Sheltering Sky (James Bowles)

“Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything only happens a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon so deeply a part of your being that you can’t imagine living without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you see the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty; and yet it all seems so limitless.”