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Mortality Is A Gift
You can turn it into something positive
Here I was, sitting atop a hip rooftop bar with three old friends from University, crying like a baby. Carl had just announced that his mother passed away the month prior.
The more we talked about it, the more the notion of losing someone very important began taking me over.
Since the last time we had seen each other, two of us had babies, and our hair started turning grey and got thinner. These are natural parts of life and I welcome these changes. But accepting that one of our parents is gone from this world is something I don’t think I was ready to accept.
I’m an empathic person, but I was still wondering why I cried last night when I woke up this morning. I think it has to do with the fact that I’m fortunate enough that in my 35 years of life, none of my friends lost a parent.
It reminded me that I’m growing older and that this will be more and more common. It also reminded me that my mother isn’t invincible and this could happen to her too.
So, last night, when he told us the news, I found it tough, but I’m glad he opened up about it. Through all of that, he seemed to have a good attitude. Even with what happened, I was surprised to hear him say this sentence that stuck with me:
