PENNED IN SORROW
April 30th, 2024 | San Francisco, CA
I am confronted with the notion of life after death.
Its necessity.
There must be continuity. Right? Life must ensue. Otherwise there is only oblivion. I myself am pulled towards life. Always. I cannot bear oblivion. I cannot dwell on death.
But today, I will, if only for a moment. Someone I held in the highest esteem has, by their own choice, been taken by death. I haven’t quite come to terms with the profundity of such a decision. Can’t help but wonder at those long moments before, those few moments during, those last moments after.
Was there regret? Peace? Release? I can only guess… Until it is my turn. But today, I am alive.
And I keep the dead alive as well, because I cannot bear oblivion. To me, it represents the end of possibilities.
And that is life. Endless possibility. And as long as I am alive, I will imagine a life where you have infinity before you, friend, dear companion. But this is my last letter to you, penned in sorrow.
