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Life is Fucking Fragile
Legacies to leave behind
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”
― Lemony Snicket
He was a father. A friend. A best friend. A man. A brother — no, a twin. A cousin. An uncle. A betrothed. A human fucking being.
And now?
Now, he’s living only through the memories of those he lets cherish.
Now, he’s the one we talk about, wishing it wasn’t him.
But if not him, then who?
People die. It’s inevitable.
Be it an accident or a sickness or a sabotage or a blink of an eye:
death is inevitable
But that doesn’t make it any easier to fully comprehend that he’ll never again appear in life, in person. In real life. Tangible. Fathomable. Available.
