My neighbor passed away yesterday. I didn't know the man very well but I knew his son. Death slows everything down. You take in things you normally wouldn't even notice. Maybe its just our minds preparing for the last time. Life doesn't even give you the time to say goodbye, or even give you the right amount of time to cherish a moment. In the morning, life has moved on to the next.
I wonder what is going on at there house, If they are alright? or if they are all together, hurtled in a room. I prayed for them last night which is something I don't do very often, and I did it more then once. I think I fell asleep to doing it.
Dad always told me "When I die, don't cry" and I always reply with "that's real easy for you to say, you'll be dead" He wont have to feel sorrow or pain. He wont be left with the burdens of missing someone.
I remember when I was a kid, probably about 3 or 4 I would get tucked into bed and my dad would leave the night light on and walk to his room. Then my brain started to work, I started to think of my parents being here one day and gone the next and I would start crying hysterically. Dad would rush in and I would explain to him why I was crying. He would tell me "I'm young! I wont die for a really long time" I would stare at him wondering "How do you know? You could die tomorrow and you would never even know I would miss you"
Maybe life moves so quick so the healing comes a lot faster. So we can get to tomorrow to be with the ones we love. Everyone always say "live today like its your last" but no one ever really does it. I think the more important thing is to let people know that you love them, and miss them because you don't know what life has in store for you or them.
I know the first part of this entry was very melancholy so here are some pictures of Nicole from yesterday.