Everytime someone I know dies, I feel my world rock. It’s like part of my life, the force that keeps my whole, chips off. I a diminished, a little less robust, a little more tender hearted. The longer I’ve known them, the larger the piece that tumbles into eternity never to be regained.
It started with an earthquake when my dad succumbed to cancer 10 years ago followed closely by aunts and uncles, childhood friends, and recently a neighbor. I last saw him standing in the doorway sobbing the day my dad closed his eyes for the last time, when his eyes were closed for him for he died with them open. It was as if he couldn’t bear to enter eternity in darkness. I believe he wanted our faces to be his last earthly image, an image he would carry with him into forever.