Thursday, June 25, 2015
Oscar Wilde on death.
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft
brown earth with the grasses waving above
one's head and listen to silence. To have no
yesterday, no tomorrow . to forget time, to
forgive life, to be at peace"- Oscar Wilde.. writer (1854-1900)
When I first read this quote, I thought to myself, Oscar Wilde must be crazy. How can death be beautiful. Then I pondered and read this quote again and again. I grasped his meaning.
Death to the dead is indeed peaceful, no more pain, no more tears. However, to the living mourning for his death, thinking of their loved ones, it is far from beautiful. I often thought on a cold winter's day, how my poor Andrew was freezing and wet in the hole.
Bereavement has not expiry date. I finally made the symbolic closure on Andrew's 21st. I finished writing his book and told him, Andrew, Mum is going on the next chapter of her life. Mum is not going to mourn for you, but will channel my energies to help others. He must have heard me from above, and gave me his blessings.
I joined the sands, my slogan to the nearly bereaved is it's ok to cry.