Death is the end of time of one’s life; not the memory of their life given

This blog is dedicated to my Great-Aunt Angela and her children, Maria, Mike, and Joe, during this time of grief in their life.

Death is the end of one’s time of life; not the memory of their life given.

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What is death?

Most will say it’s the end of one’s life or physical being. The Webster’s Dictionary defines death as a permanent cessation of all vital functions.

My Great-Uncle Leonard passed away this week. He was 86 years old. Wide-eyed and gregarious, he lived life to the fullest, even though he suffered much at the end. The thought of his death and death in general got me thinking about time. The time one spends in a lifetime waiting in line, stuck in traffic, showering and bathing, eating, driving, watching TV, and so forth.

Life here on Earth is all about time. The happiest people are the ones who make the most of their time whether it’s five minutes or six hours. You see, if you live life in a blur, you are unable to make memories of those moments and capture those instant feelings. Unfortunately, our world is fast-paced. People multi-task, cram so much on their “to do” list, and rush around in caffeine-induced comas, jumping on the next thing to get done.

My great uncle’s death is sad and will be hard to swallow for a while. In this case, it will take time to lessen the sorrow and grief. But for all who had known my uncle and had the opportunity to be in his company, may your memories of him stay alive in your minds and hearts. I believe he’d want you to do as you continue your time travel of life.

Time keeps ticking and waits for no one. Make the most of your time, and surround yourself with those you love. Uncle Leonard knew the people who mattered to him, and he made the most of his time to be with them.

Remember: Death is the end of time of one’s life; not the memory of their life given.

 

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