A few years ago I lost my mother. Then last year when my Grandmother died I never really faced it. The truth is, death does not make sense. People say it is a part of life, but in reality it isn't; it was never intended to be. We excuse death, we try to lighten it - to the point where our society doesn't even know what to do with it when it comes knocking. We don't know how to grieve because we've established ourselves behind a comfortable illusion that even in our movies death has no permanence. But death is permanent, it's unfair, it's disobedient, it does not conform to our culture etiquettes or our sensibilities, it doesn't ask for permission, or give us time to pallet it's insipid taste, and it's unbelievably painful.

Even Jesus, at the tomb of a man who he'd raise from the dead just moments later, wept deeply. This moment showed us that hope and grief can exist in the same moment. Though death can be undone after we tasted it's bitterness, those we leave behind are separated from us in the process. The confusion and loneliness is something we, as a society need to start discussing so we can learn to comfort each other, rather than feeling that uneasiness of not knowing what to do or say when death checks in.

Perhaps many of you have lost someone special, and we as society have invented a deathless world in our movies and literature. Well, I want to reestablish death for what it is - the terrible separation of mortals with their loved ones. Though it may hurt and be something we want to turn away from, I think it's time we faced this together. And that's why the good die young.
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