I agreed with it then as I do now, but now I have even more fodder for it.
My grandmother died on Thursday.
She was my last grandparent. Two days before she died, I held her hand until she fell asleep and the fits had stopped.
Now when I watch this video, I am at peace with the actual physical death being It. Final. Game over. However, then I am left with answering whether or not I really am making the most of my life. Am I really living the fulfilling life we should all be doing if we are to be at peace when death happens.
That reflection. That meditation on an idea of life's purpose halts me in my tracks. It clouds my brain a little in the scope of its implications.
Sheesh. It sounds like I'm making Grandma's death all about me, right?
But it is about me. And you. And everyone else in this world including Grandma.
And Justin.
*sigh
I've also been binge-watching Lost Girl Season 4. Therefore, I shall do as always and live the life I choose...which right now means ice cream.
