Whether you’re rich or poor, everyone will eventually have to experience a loss. Life tends to humble humanity naturally through death. It doesn’t matter if you were the best person in the world or the worst person; most everyone knows or will know what it feels like to lose someone. Losing is always hard; especially if that loss is a person you cared deeply for. The reason why I am writing this is because I lost a person I cared deeply for this week. But I understand why I am so sad. It is because of how much this person played a part in my life and how much they had to do with who I have become. This person taught me critical things, things I have engrained in myself that make me who I am today. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
There are several reasons why I consider myself a good person and many of those are from the lessons I learned from the family member I lost. I realized something in that moment of sorrow following her death. That is, good people are still here today because of the good people who raised them. Loved ones have kept good teachings alive to pass on. Forget about religion! The fact that people pass down lessons to their families to be good is what makes this world an incredible place to live. The person I lost was a great person who taught me how to be great because she wanted me to be great. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
I lost a person who always saw the best in me. Lord knows I have just as many flaws as anybody, and yet she saw none of my flaws as flaws. This woman, no matter what, would look at me as a perfect being. How can you not strive to be perfect when there is someone on this earth who believes you are? To this day, I am still trying to reach the best I can be because I would never want to disappoint her. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
The worst part about losing someone is that it also comes with critical lessons to be learned. Among all, we must learn to adapt to the world without them and learn to continue to grow as people. We must learn to celebrate the times we had and the things we learned from our angels rather than dwell in sadness. Always remember life is precious, and so is time. One day someone is going to collect all our debts in the ends of our lives, financial debts and emotional ones. Let’s just hope we have led a good life so that person or persons dealing with our debts love us and are willing to manage those debts for us.
It makes me happy to know there is a place out there for angels. My prayers go out to the one I lost and to my family, who are also suffering, as well as all the people who have lost loved ones. May they all rest in peace. The memories never die with the deceased. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. Love you Grandma…