The black wash of mortality

Sometimes I look up from what I doing and realize, my father is dead. He is in the ground. My father is dead.

A black wash of mortality rolls over me and I know, truly, that everyone I love someday will be, too. As will I.

There is no assuaging this moment. It can only pass.

3 thoughts on “The black wash of mortality

  1. Dyer Wilk

    That’s the thing about life. Sometimes with so much happening, the realization that we are mortal moves to the back of our minds. It is only at certain moments, when it comes back to the forefront and we take stock of everything that we have and what we have already lost.

    There’s a quote from Paul Bowles novel “The Sheltering Sky” that sums death up very well.

    “Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

    The best we can do is try to live our lives to the fullest.

    I wish you all the best, Court. I’m sorry about your father.

  2. Les Edgerton

    They say a man has two lives. The first up to when his father dies and the second one begins with his passing. It’s very true. It’s the day we fully realize our own mortality. Thinking of you Court, as you get through the day.

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