Death: BOO! Me: Ehhh

A good test of how you feel about life is to give death a visit [put down the bottle of pills - that’s not what I mean]. At a friend’s suggestion, we took our afternoon stroll in a cemetery. I was initially shocked and disturbed by the idea. Unless you were there to pay respects to a loved one, who in their right mind would actually want to randomly walk around from headstone to headstone willingly, reading the etchings along the way?

Expecting a heavy air of gloom to overwhelm me as soon as I entered the site, I was pleasantly surprised by the sunrays that warmed my face and the peace and serenity that filled my heart. Instead of seeing death as absolute and final, I felt happiness at the very depth of my soul. It was the most peaceful moment I have ever experienced. I wanted it captured forever. What kind of freak finds joy at a cemetery?

Well, I’m that freak. It took me a few moments to realize what was going on. My opinion is that your view of death is reflective of your view of life...and beyond. Troublesome feelings will be magnified, as will happy ones. In my case, I do not fear death. I fear the physical pain that may be associated with the act of dying [please don't let me go by way of canker sores and stomach aches]. I will be saddened by the termination of my relationships with people when I pass away. But I do not fear death itself [I recognize that it's easy to say now]. It is simply the end of [what I hope to be] a remarkable run in the great adventure of life.