Passings

So, yes, it turns out that Megsie wasn't just sleeping/giving birth/preparing to give birth/practicing her flotation techniques, but was actually not terribly alive. An ex-guppy, as it were. Which is greatly unfortunate, and leads us to wonder if things might've been different if we'd used Brita water instead.

That set me to thinking: I'm really quite lucky that i've never really had to deal with the loss of a loved one. Was too young to understand when my grandparents died, and never having had pets which stayed with us long enough to die, or never being attached to any of them enough when they died, i guess i can only sympathise but never really truly empathise with those whose loss is great. Which irritates me, because i like to understand people, and empathy is key to that understanding.

Now i guess i'm lucky to have been spared this hurt, but i know that in all probability death will strike sometime and I'll have to deal with it. If it had, would i be more appreciative of life, and of near-death misses? Miracles have happened to those around me, and just because the status quo was maintained, somehow i always just brushed it off as an "oh.", although i always felt insufficiently thankful, my feelings just didn't work that way. Now, a little older and wiser, i look back upon those moments and marvel that things turned out the way they have, that those friends who were in danger are still alive and part of my life, and i'm glad for that. But i think the primary irony still lives on in me: i never really appreciate the people i have until they're gone, most of the time. I just hope i can change that without having to learn the hard way.


To all those who've experienced the loss of a love, may peace rest in your heart.