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In death there is a freedom, the ability to leap without fear into an
abyss you have created, death is the final point, the full stop at the
end of the sentence. The one thing no human being, plant, animal,
microorganism can avoid. Death comes to us all. And yet, there is a
freedom in that thought, a beauty in the shades of grey which filter
between the white of birth and the black of death. A joy, a careless
wonder in the knowledge that I am here; I am conscious, open eyed,
open minded, looking, learning and sensing the wonder that is this
world around me. It is blue and green, pink and orange. It is warm and
cold, hard and painful. If you let it, it will consume you. If you
embrace it, it will heal you. Take in a breath, let it fill up your
lungs as you reach out your hands and touch the life inside of you.
Take joy in the beauty that you exist in this place, that face you
look out of, its unique, never again will it crinkle with laughter
when you are gone, so please keep laughing, keep smiling, keep that
twinkle in your eye, let it hold you as you hold the gaze of those
around you and feel the connection flowing between you. Take comfort
in the breath deep inside you in the miracle of your own thoughts, in
the chances that you have and the mistakes that you’ve made because
when you consider the alternative, well let’s not consider the
alternative. Or yet consider it to be what it is, an inevitable, a
constant, an unchanging tide that’s given you little bubble of ideas
and mind the chance to experience life. Take wonder in the joy that
you are here, that we are here and when that last breath leaves you, I
hope it leaves you with a smile.