What to do when someone passes away. |
'Forget me not,' the old man cried. 'How could I?' the dutiful child replied. With one more breath the old man died. The devoted child was left bereft. Each night before the child did sleep, they would spend a thought upon the old man buried deep. Forgetting not, the old man's lot and remembering with perfect clarity, the disparity in the old man's lifeless face. The child would dream night terrors that left the child wet with sweat. Daylight did not offer any repose, as the child had supposed. Each day the child would desperately hurry to the gravestone in the old cemetery. And everyday a stranger would mutter 'poor child.' And when the child did hear these words they shook with anger and felt distraught. For the child was still alive, but the old man was gone, but to where who knows? A vicar offered comforting words of resurrection on Judgement Day. But the child did see straight through and would protest, 'the old man was not a Christian sought and only fought for a simple life, so would not like a paradise on earth with many people and angels as he was humble, kind, and earthly, see.' A young couple after visiting their infant's grave would try and comfort the child with words of reincarnation. Again, the child would remonstrate, 'the old man is not a bird, or a bee, he is not a Hungarian or a Bulgarian, Nor is he a tree. For goodness sake, look down there, his body is decaying fast, and whatever was him is not there, but he is not anywhere else for the old man was happy to be only himself.' Death-day anniversary soon approached, a year later to the dreadful event. The child could no longer live with the burden of his lot, of having to not forget the old man's life, and yet to remember his death just as well. Throwing themselves down upon the grave the child wept helplessly. Pain inflicted every part and every inch of the little outstretched body. Until, the wind blew briskly through the trees, rustling up some leaves to fall down on the child's head. The child did listen for a while and could hear the faint murmur of wildlife's calls. Breathing in nature the child laid still. Tranquility blanketed the small body from head to toe. The child did not stir and gave themselves up to the sensations in the air. When the child awoke on the grave with grass stains and wind struck hair, his wearisome eyes were no longer there. Instead, in there place, were eyes wide opened, filled with peace that can only come from nature's bosom. |