(This post was inspired by Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday prompt)
The month of October was the anniversary of my father’s death and, as a result, I have been thinking of him. Snippets of memory have come through my mind: conversations we have had, things he used to do, outrageous statements he used to make. Sometimes it is quite difficult for me to grasp the fact that I will never see him again.
Thinking of my dad makes me think of others that I have loved and are no longer of this earth. Thinking of them brings a little sadness into my heart. The memories, however, sometimes make me smile. It feels good to think of them and to know that they are still alive in my thoughts.
Death is an integral part of our life and it is something that we cannot escape. Some try to by refusing to acknowledge the death of loved ones, by not attending funerals, by trying their best to look young. The Fountain of Youth is searched for all the world over: creams are lathered on faces, diets are followed, strenuous exercise routines practised, the surgeon’s knife welcomed.
And yet, the Circle of Life cannot be avoided. There comes a time when leaves fall off a tree, when the butterfly loses its flight, when the flower shrivels, and when a human being exhales the last breath. And when a life is over; somewhere else life is shown with the cry of a newborn infant. The miracle of a new life is admired and celebrated. It is a life that will become a part of the world that embraces it.
I think back to the death of my grandfather: a time of sadness and mourning. And yet that sadness was tempered with joy at the birth of my niece a few days before. We paid respects to our grandfather and yet it seemed fitting that the newborn infant let out a cry of life during the incense-scented mass.
I look at my own babies now as they move towards adolescence and notice that, even though they are in a different environment to the one I grew up in, they are experiencing many of the same issues I did (the problems with friends and classmates, the homework, the searching for self). I look at myself and see much of what my parents experienced reflected in my life (the responsibility of raising children, the humdrum of housework, the need to guide our children in their decisions). There are differences; and yet there are similarities.
I find comfort in The Circle of Life. If this circle is broken then life will no longer be.
What are your thoughts on The Circle of Life?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013