Six Things I Learned About Death

Everyone mourns a death differently. Some people grieve immediately. Others may experience the common five stages (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) one stage at a time or all at once, and feel like they’ll never get through the loss. It’s tough and different for everyone. When my aunt died last month I believe I was somewhere between denial and a bit of depression. I tend to retreat in private when I’m upset, but after talking with family and a close friend, I was able to open up about what I was feeling. Having a great support system helps. This loss taught me a number of things, and I hope the things I learned prompt others to think as well. Six things I learned about death?

· It’s important to be present.

· Follow through when making plans with someone. You never know if or when it’ll be the last time you’ll see that person again.

· Tomorrow is promised to no one. It’s important to appreciate and love people while you’ve still got the chance.

· Material things are false indicators of success and status. They ultimately don’t matter as much as many people think. It’s fine to have nice things, but you can’t take them with you when you die.

· I don’t have time to wait until I’m ready, wait on people, or until things are just right before doing and experiencing different things I want to do with my life. You may not have as much time as you think. You have to pick up the pace and get moving.

· I don’t have time to chase people, convince someone to remain in my life, get in other people’s business, or waste time worried about things that are none of my business or beyond my control.

Death can teach you more about life. I know it has for me.

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