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642 Things to Write About Challenge: Week 31

Written By: Colleen - Aug• 04•13

I don’t say this to sound emo, but I’ve been having a difficult time since we got back from Comic-Con.  So far grief has not gotten better with time.  That’s a catalyst for the morbid topic this week.  I do think that if you really wanted to, you could answer this in a really poetic way.

Death is like…

Death is finite and infinite; it can find us peacefully or violently; it can be subtle or sudden.  It will insist on on its own way; it waits for no one.  Some call it an adventure; others call it the end.  Whatever it may be, it is waiting.  It is what it is and it’s certain that it’s certain.  It is the Unknown.  Death is like an old friend who you haven’t seen in a lifetime; strange and familiar; ready to catch up.   Death ends all things, begins all things, transcends all things, becomes all things.  Death is always there.  Do not be afraid.  When he comes to call on you, Death holds your hand and walks you away.

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  1. Desiree' Bingham says:


  2. Ashleigh says:

    I lost my grandmother (with whom I was quite close) 5 years ago, and it can still be difficult. I still walk into her house expecting to see her and there are times when I swear I can still smell her perfume, but it does get easier. I found that blogging about it really did help me.

    • Colleen Glatfelter says:

      I’m so sorry for your loss. I know it gets easier and I’m going to slowly blog about it, but I run into the problem of what should be public and what should be kept private. I’ll figure it out as I go along!

  3. Greg P says:

    Death is…

    The cause of my greatest pain. I have been to more funerals than I am willing to count, the majority of them being before I graduated high school. The most painful of these losses are my father and my younger brother. The pain of these deaths will stay with me the rest of my life. Does it get better at times? Sure. But every February 11th I am constantly reminded of my father, as well as other times through the year. Every December 3rd my brother is on my mind more often. The pain ebbs and flows with time. But it stays. The love between us that was lost is a scar that can’t be fully healed on this side of life. Death is my greatest enemy.

    • Colleen Glatfelter says:

      So sorry for your losses. I can’t imagine the pain you must carry around. Very well put. May they Rest in Peace.

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