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  • This morning a friend called very early to cancel an appointment with me. The reason was that he had to go to the funeral of his aunt who he has not seen for thirty years or more. It was a coincidence because in the early hours of the morning my mind was so occupied by funerals, death and the meaning of these events in our lives.
    I was thinking that with some exceptions ,where people go to a funeral with a sad heart for the departed and happy for the release of their souls, in the most part , these events are organized more for the people left behind than for the ones leaving this world.They eat,they drink and they mix with all the people at the funeral.The reason for this gathering is not there anymore.The soul of the departed is reaching for the light of a better place.
    I wonder why death transforms lonely human beings with isolated lives and maybe few friends and few relatives visiting them, in to real loved and amazing beings? They are heroes in death and forgotten beings in their lives.Their existences were an example for the world, when the people talking at their funerals hardly knew them.
    The speeches of how wonderful they were in life and how much they did and how the people behind the words said are touched by this terrible event seem to be so fake in some cases. So many tears of people who hardly knew the deceased ,I do believe is more for a show of the ones in the funeral. I do not want to lack in respect to the real people with real feelings who had demonstrated in life the same love that they demonstrate in death. I am talking about people like my friend going to say goodbye to a person he never visited for thirty years.
    I do believe we should give our love while people are alive. It is during that time when our hearts need more to feel they are not alone. It is so important to say "I love you" from our souls and not from our mouths to the people we know because we do not have a certainty of how long they will be in this planet. Age is not important, circumstances either. Love is all that matters because when the person is in a coffin is too late. The tears and the magnificent speeches and the false words arrive at the wrong time, when the soul is already flying and the body like an empty shell is there to remind the people how transitory life is and how eternal love should be.
    People left behind feel so good to be able to demonstrate to the world what wonderful beings they are and how close they were to the dead person, but many of them when the ceremony is finished will be wondering If they did the right thing and how many will feel guilty of such a demonstration made for their sake and for the others present in this moment of the deceased person. They were at the end of their book of life but some attending the funeral were never present to read the chapters in between.
    We are born alone and we die alone and that is how I would like it to be for me. I do not want to be the reason for people saying things about me who hardly knew my heart, my thoughts and me.
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