Though authors, scientists, and philosophers have filled libraries with books about life and death, the subject is still not covered and will never be. That’s why I don’t even try to do more than just touch these most significant issues of existence here.
I’ve had a feeling of carrying birth and death, deep happiness, and sadness throughout my entire life. I don’t know if it’s good or bad for a human soul. For me, it has meant great respect for life, in every form, in every day.
In my childhood, we lived as neighbors to an old village church. I learned to know the ceremonies and church bells ringing for funerals. There was something intense in how all the people behaved – moved, shook hands, hugged each other, and sang together. I understood that there was something very beautiful in life, even after it came to an end.
Life had existed. It had been present in many other lives.
Later, I’ve had to say personal goodbyes to many people. All situations have been unique. Each life has left a different mark on other people. About the most profound experience ever, I’ll probably write a book later, when I’m mature enough. Being over 60 years is not yet sufficient.
The greatest gift of life has been to experience the chain to continue. Past links are still well remembered, and new dear links are born and attached to the existing line of people. I guess that realizing this made me later in life a children’s author, too. There is so much to tell, so much to pass on.
As a nature-loving person, I want to attach a photo of some little lives that came to an end on my hot glass veranda. These creatures are small but so significant at the same time. They also had their moments in life.
Isn’t this all beautiful! It makes us smile through tears.
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