:: Eulogy for a Stranger ::
The last time I blogged about death, was
About one and a half years ago. It was the passing
Of a friend, that I had the privilege to know, through conversations.
Over the few home dinners we had. I remember the
Wagging black tail.
Moments ago, I received news of another passing.
Someone I do not know, but I am sure we must have
Chanced upon each other in one occasion.
Or another.
When death knocks on our door, we must display courage.
Methinks. However, when we knock on death’s door,
We move into an inexplicable realm, of desperation.
Of solace.
It goes against the very human instinct of survival.
And against the celebration of life: to endure and live to
See another day.
And so, with the passing of a flame, of a pink candle.
I can’t help but feel a little weak, a little sad.
May you rest in peace.
My stranger and my friend.
