How does one handle death?
Death in itself is a transition.
This is such a somber topic to start with but I just lost a loved one and while I humanly feel like a zombie - it comes as no surprise. The writings were on the wall but it still doesn't take the sting or the "suddenly gone" reality away.
Death is a transition from one life to another. It's one of those "things can happen in moment' that you didn't quite have in mind when hearing that phrase - or at least I don't. This whole year has been a transition (and since I'm a teacher my new year does not start in "January". Usually, for me, a new year starts around summer time - when I decide what changes I am going to make for the upcoming 9-10 months that will consume a majority of my time, emotions, and patience. So I started way back in 2018 planning for the changes that would affect my 2019.
For five years, I lived with my grandfather who was like a father to me. I am so thankful for those moments, but around year four I started to have this urging - a hankering that there was something more, that I needed to venture out - at least for a year. It just behooves me that the year I decide to finally step out and make my transition (one that has it's own cross to bear) my grandfather makes a transition too.
I can't emphasize how thankful I am for these past five years. I am so thankful that I followed my heart and not my brain and was able to spend time with him even if it was our simple daily routine of morning coffee and quick hello's and goodbye's. I am thankful that I saw a man who would do anything for his family.....
The word that bears witness to my soul is: transition.
No one ever said transitioning was easy. I used to scoff at the idea of change being hard, but with life experiences come realizations. The emotional toll that transitions can take can be one for the books but there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Transitioning out of college and back home was an emotional rollercoaster for me, but now looking back I do not regret it one bit because I followed my heart. I know when looking back this transition- it will be one full of contentment and grace, but the beginning of this process has been..... just a bit more than one bargained for, however:
I pray beauty for ashes - Siempre
Death in itself is a transition.
This is such a somber topic to start with but I just lost a loved one and while I humanly feel like a zombie - it comes as no surprise. The writings were on the wall but it still doesn't take the sting or the "suddenly gone" reality away.
Death is a transition from one life to another. It's one of those "things can happen in moment' that you didn't quite have in mind when hearing that phrase - or at least I don't. This whole year has been a transition (and since I'm a teacher my new year does not start in "January". Usually, for me, a new year starts around summer time - when I decide what changes I am going to make for the upcoming 9-10 months that will consume a majority of my time, emotions, and patience. So I started way back in 2018 planning for the changes that would affect my 2019.
For five years, I lived with my grandfather who was like a father to me. I am so thankful for those moments, but around year four I started to have this urging - a hankering that there was something more, that I needed to venture out - at least for a year. It just behooves me that the year I decide to finally step out and make my transition (one that has it's own cross to bear) my grandfather makes a transition too.
I can't emphasize how thankful I am for these past five years. I am so thankful that I followed my heart and not my brain and was able to spend time with him even if it was our simple daily routine of morning coffee and quick hello's and goodbye's. I am thankful that I saw a man who would do anything for his family.....
The word that bears witness to my soul is: transition.
No one ever said transitioning was easy. I used to scoff at the idea of change being hard, but with life experiences come realizations. The emotional toll that transitions can take can be one for the books but there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Transitioning out of college and back home was an emotional rollercoaster for me, but now looking back I do not regret it one bit because I followed my heart. I know when looking back this transition- it will be one full of contentment and grace, but the beginning of this process has been..... just a bit more than one bargained for, however:
I pray beauty for ashes - Siempre