He fell ill, so one Sunday after church my family went to his nursing home to visit him. I walked into the small room and the acrid aroma of dust and sorrow filled my lungs. I could see despair on his …show more content…
I felt a kind of sullenness that came over me as we were driving away. One that leaves you silent. A sympathetic depression for those who have lost someone close to them. I thought about what death really does to …show more content…
The stoplight turns green and the cars keep driving, their drivers unaware and unaffected by the death of a person somewhere. The children play their game of Tag without a beat. Time goes on, and a single dying person won’t affect it or the people living by it. Time stops for no one. I knew a man who is now deceased and I’ve realized that all of us are approaching the same fate, one way or another. When that day comes, what will happen? Grief, pain, joy, and awesome remembrance will be provoked from the ones that cared, until we are all generations dead and no longer mentioned. We may all be the next victim of