All is Well

My thoughts on 66 days on quarantine 

Why are so many scared of death? This pandemic has reminded us how fragile life really is. A friend posted this thought on Facebook on my father’s birthday and for a moment my thoughts went over to where he is as if he would be speaking these words to his family.  “Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly the same as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity of sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it, Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is the death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.”

Isn’t death part of life? I don’t know about you, but I am not afraid of dying. I know all of us mortals will have to face death eventually. 

Con amor,

Vero