Death
Death
This is about my own experience with death and factors relating to this subject and so I placed it in the 'Life' section.
I’m going to talk about an experience I had a few years back. One experience I haven’t really taken the time to talk about in much detail.
The icy-cold air sifting in through the window took my breath away as I sat in the assembly hall. There was no easy way to describe the atmosphere in that room on that cold Tuesday morning. People were grieving, a loss had happened to every single one of us. A boy we had gone to school with had been battling against cancer. A brain tumour. And now we sat at his memorial. Listening to his favourite song play through. The gentle guitar riff mimicking the tears that were slowly slipping.
Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know
For me, this experience wasn’t just about the loss of a friend. My grand-dad was also battling cancer in a ward at the local hospital and I knew it wouldn’t be long.
As members of my class began to talk about our friend, our classmate, our memory; my feelings had changed. I too, felt a more evident loss. I knew his time had come: the shifting in my heart told me so.
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I walked out of school that day, the rain pouring to match my mood. A typical pathetic fallacy you could say. And as I saw my parents awaiting me, my pace quickened. The guilt of not having visited him in a few days overpowered me and haunted me for too long. Breaking the news to my younger brother was even harder. Watching him cry his heart out made me ache inside.
But I knew. I knew that it was right and that it was meant to happen. He wanted to join his wife. They are now together. United. Forever.
The days that followed were the hardest I’d experienced. Breaking down crying in the middle of class, showing I was just human like everyone else. Even if they’d thought otherwise. But it made me strong and able.
You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the facts
As I reflect upon this situation I realized it only added to the person I’m gradually becoming. Death is a natural experience and not one we can help.
Any comments would be appreciated.
This is about my own experience with death and factors relating to this subject and so I placed it in the 'Life' section.
I’m going to talk about an experience I had a few years back. One experience I haven’t really taken the time to talk about in much detail.
The icy-cold air sifting in through the window took my breath away as I sat in the assembly hall. There was no easy way to describe the atmosphere in that room on that cold Tuesday morning. People were grieving, a loss had happened to every single one of us. A boy we had gone to school with had been battling against cancer. A brain tumour. And now we sat at his memorial. Listening to his favourite song play through. The gentle guitar riff mimicking the tears that were slowly slipping.
Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know
For me, this experience wasn’t just about the loss of a friend. My grand-dad was also battling cancer in a ward at the local hospital and I knew it wouldn’t be long.
As members of my class began to talk about our friend, our classmate, our memory; my feelings had changed. I too, felt a more evident loss. I knew his time had come: the shifting in my heart told me so.
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I walked out of school that day, the rain pouring to match my mood. A typical pathetic fallacy you could say. And as I saw my parents awaiting me, my pace quickened. The guilt of not having visited him in a few days overpowered me and haunted me for too long. Breaking the news to my younger brother was even harder. Watching him cry his heart out made me ache inside.
But I knew. I knew that it was right and that it was meant to happen. He wanted to join his wife. They are now together. United. Forever.
The days that followed were the hardest I’d experienced. Breaking down crying in the middle of class, showing I was just human like everyone else. Even if they’d thought otherwise. But it made me strong and able.
You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the facts
As I reflect upon this situation I realized it only added to the person I’m gradually becoming. Death is a natural experience and not one we can help.
Any comments would be appreciated.
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It was beautiful. Very meaning full, and you put a lot of thaught into it.
It must have been hard to relive it enough to write it.
;)
Troy, June 22nd, 2007 at 10:00:00am