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Death
By Dhawa
Since childhood I’ve been obsessed with death as well as infatuated with life. Having written extensively on them, I’m looking forward to death, to the moment of having my deeds justified, while sentimentally attached to life, to the vitality, uncertainty and the realness of life. While observing people crossing my path hurriedly, I always wonder how many souls are slumbering in the earth peacefully. Are they really at peace on the other side?
As time elapses, I’ve become used to hearing more and more of people close to me dying. In April 2011, my father left us. I was there for the cremation. I still find it hard to believe if that scene was real or a momentary hallucination. Night falls, always commencing the silent montage of bittersweet memories. None of the days has passed without thoughts of him, of him reading my newly published book, of him spreading the word about my acceptance into the doctoral program, and of our last dinner on the New Year’s Eve, when I made us a hot pot and gave him a walkie talkie as a present.
A few days ago, a friend’s wife died of lung cancer developed from breast cancer. I spent the day at the Crossroads Hospice, with the friend and his family surrounding the deathbed. His wife, a very kind and sweet Japanese woman of barely 42, a gifted musician and a caring, loving wife and mother, passed away at the hospice. Her 79 year old father and brother flew from Japan to Vancouver to attend the funeral.
Having experienced the loss of someone dearest, I shared my feelings with them, giving them support and strength, cheering them up, letting them know they were not alone. I also shared with them my new discoveries about near death experiences, shared death experiences and the light I had seen through the narratives of many who had come back to life after resuscitation. I think that we are oftentimes too blind to see death should be as celebrated as birth as it is the pathway to rebirth, a metabolic pathway that links upthe newborn and the new dead. Death itself has nothing saddening; the sadness only lies in how it impacts the living.
My own loss has so far transformed me into someone who has started to place daily priority on pondering over the meaning of life through a panoramic review of my past, over how much I have given to this world instead of having obtained, and how much I have loved, before one day, when I myself have to leave and am cremated into ashes. I want to be useful and helpful to those around me and those out of my reach before it gets too late. This is the only way to make those slumberers—our loved ones--rest in peace, in eternity and in blessings, and the only way to see the sacred light at the end of this journey.
- Dhawa2012-02-25 04:25:52 [删除] [举报]
美国教授回复之一：
Beautiful, Dhawa !
stephen haven
- Dhawa2012-02-25 04:26:26 [删除] [举报]
朋友回复之二：
一直认为你超脱。 历练到如何程度， 无法衡量。 修炼-得道-成佛。
Have a nice day!
Vivian
- Dhawa2012-02-25 04:26:51 [删除] [举报]
VERY HEALTH FELT AND BEAUTIFULLY Done . Clarity great .. VERY LOVERLY THANKS FOR SHARING, FOOD FOR ONE,S THOUGHTS
- Dhawa2012-02-25 04:27:21 [删除] [举报]
Dear H.B.:
I think your piece reflects a very mature attitude about death and about life. You are blessed with a life experience that has taught you those things. Great work!
Jimmie
- Dhawa2012-02-25 04:27:54 [删除] [举报]
Beautifully written article, Dhawa! Thanks so much.
I have now saved it in the folder for inclusion in the next newsletter edition. No edits required.
Cheers,
Esther
- 边走边看2012-02-25 04:54:29[回复] [删除] [举报]
The fear for death has been always with me as far as I could remember. The more I experience in life, the more I realize death is part of the journey. You have no clue when it will come. However, some articles on your blog discussing about life, human nature, personality are very inspiring. Living in the moment is very important. Thank you for sharing!
Lois
- Dhawa2012-02-28 09:59:46 [删除] [举报]
美国教授回复：
This is very nice writing, very intimate and real, more focused on you than was the pieceyou wrote just after your friend’s death. It was even more exceptional, extremely moving in its straightforward simplicity and clarity of what I only know to call emotional thought. It wasn’t about you, it was about experience that had moved through you. I haven’t responded to it yet, for which I apologize, but it moved me deeply as it clearly did your department and the hospice. I’m sure that you could reach that level of expression with this piece, too—but that it would work quite well just as it is. The last paragraph is very strong indeed.
All the very best,
Elizabeth
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