"Dead and Life"

 

                                                         

             

                                                        

     “Life, Death, and Love”

When a baby is born, a father is born, a mother is born, and a grandfather, grandmother, uncles, and aunts are born. But, time passes. And a grandfather, a grandmother dies... There, is when life begins. When a loved one dies, the one who loves him also dies. Even if he stays alive. He dies for moments. Seconds of life, become minutes, hours, and years. Time of life in which one is dead. Crying for the death of that beloved person. Of that little grandfather. Of that dad, or mom. Sometimes you cry and show it. Everyone can see your pain. But sometimes, you cry from the heart. That's where it hurts the most. That pain is intense. It creates sores like ulcers. That is very hard to heal. And even when they stop bleeding, they will continue to ooze, like a poorly closed wound.

In the same way that, when a grandson is born, "a grandfather is born". When a grandfather dies, a grandson dies. He no longer has a grandfather who makes him a grandson. There will no longer be that grandmother who fights and makes your bed. That hateful father. Meddlesome, that mother, who does not help enough, because, in turn, and unconsciously, she knows that she is dying, and does not understand that her time is running out, that she does not go back. To be a mother, grandmother, and wife, she only has today,  and now. There is no after, there is no more time. And then it will be too late, and she will die.

When a baby is born, a father is born. The purest love is born. The love of a father is different from that of a mother. The father decides to love in an intellectual, conscious way, he decides to be a good father, except when a bad father is born. Since that baby was not in his womb. We look at him and say, this is "life", here is where my life is born. Here I was born as a father. But whatever the case. He is born, and when that love of a father is born in the body of a "baby". You also get closer to the end. With this "only" and "unique" life that God gave us. The only one we have and the one we will inevitably lose. The only thing we have left is to live it intensely, on the run, as if there were no tomorrow.

We all die every day, some naturally, some provoked, and others, like Zombies. They walk, talk, have live as if they were alive, but they are already dead. Dead without causes. Dead without births. Dead in life, without a life.

Now what a tragedy it is, and it would be when your child dies. The death of a child is not natural, since it is not supposed that a "father or mother dies", because he lost his child, and must continue living. It is not natural, and yet. Everything happens for a reason. That we do not understand and that will destroy us. That's why "live". Live your life. Live your love. Enjoy every second you have with that baby who made you a father, with that mom or dad who made you a son, with those grandparents who made you grandchildren, hot milk, and you slept on their bellies. Love those who gave you the name, the title that you hold today as an individual. Love being a mom, dad, son, nephew, grandson, grandfather. Husband, wife. Because it also happens that a family dies when a marriage ends. And at the same time, if you are open and healed after the mourning. Another family will be born, and you will have more births and deaths. And loves and hugs and caresses. And kisses.

Let nothing stay on this earth. When you leave and those who remain cry for you, if you were lucky enough to give birth to a child, from love, a sister or brother, a friend, they also celebrate you. They remember you for the life you gave them. For the love you gave them and for the person they became thanks, in part, to the fact that you were part of their lives.

Love your life with the same intensity that you love what you think is most dear to you. Love yourself intensely. Fall in love with love. Fall in love with change. Change with "love" so that death and the deaths of the people who loved you for generations before and after you, have not been in vain.

                

 

                               Love Your Life, Live It. You only have One, and it will End. 

Thank you Dayleher for the inspiration 

"When a Grandson is Born, a Grandfather is Born" Daylher, the Barber.