Two people I sort of know have passed away within weeks. There is an Indian belief that death occurs in threes. I’m not superstitious but this is a bit too close for comfort.
Death. The end. But not for those who are left behind. For those who grieve, for those who mourn, for those who are left to pick up the pieces.
I suppose in a way it’s a blessing that I won’t leave anyone behind when I die. No one will suffer or be in grief because of me. It’s also a curse because I will die alone. No one will mourn for me. One of my favourite sayings when I’m especially sad is “I came in this world alone and I shall leave this world alone.” A blessing and a curse at the same time.
I will leave nothing behind. Except this blog. Which will forever be evidence of my existence in this world, once upon a time.
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