Death. I have always feared death.
Recently, I heard about the death of one of the most influential and loved persons in our city. She lost her battle against cancer. She was a wife and a mother of four beautiful children.
Not long ago, a family member also passed away – my grandpa. He died a few months back, and I guess it’s safe to say that we have moved on, but we will always remember him.
These two events did not intensify my fear of demise. In fact, they made me realize a lot of things about living. These had me ask questions like,
“How am I living my life?”;
“Have I been a good person to others?”;
“How have I influenced others?”;
“What legacy do I want to leave?”.
We wouldn’t know when this time would come. I’m not going to lie. I am still afraid. But when it does happen, I’d like to be prepared for it. If it happens when I’m 70, 50, 30 or probably even tomorrow, I wouldn’t feel guilt nor remorse because I know I have lived a good life and lived with kindness and love.
We can’t live forever, but that shouldn’t stop us from creating memories that can live eternally.