This week’s prompt is: When did Death become Real for You
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid
“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
We all have experienced death in our lives in some form or another, but usually there is a point when death becomes real. The first time that you saw a dead body, the first time a relative passed, or the first time an idol or hero left you. Death hits us all in different ways, but usually there is a time when our own mortality becomes real. When did death become real for you?
*Tell us about your first experience with death. Did it change anything in you? Did it change the way you saw yourself or the way you saw or acted towards others? Or was there some other more impactful moment when the reality of the fragility of the human body became clear? Or are you still unable to fathom the inevitability of death? Tell us about your relationship with the reality of death.
*Write a short story, poem, or share a picture or song that talks about when death became real for you.
*Any inspired offering that somehow relates to the reality of death.
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