Life begins with an inhale and ends with an exhale, and at both moments, tears are shed. Happy tears welcome the newborn baby. Melancholy tears bid a loved one farewell. While we look forward to the former and dread the coming of the latter, we can’t deny that both hold lovely memories.
The beginning brings out hope in the gloomiest of places. The smile on a baby’s face shows us a future full of dreams and laughter. The conclusion offers a sense of reflection where we realize how our strength through pain isn’t all that miserable, but rewarding.
From the start to the finish, there is beauty throughout. Love is the glue for the happy and the sad. One without the other, simply wouldn’t work. Things don’t always turn out as expected, but love remains the same. In that love, we can find happiness despite anything.
I can’t deny that it deeply hurts when those we love come to pass. As I write this, I remember the pearlized, pink coffin. Surrounded by calla lilies and red roses, she looked lovely dressed in her favorite red, silk dress. I see her pleasant smile and porcelain doll reflection. I miss her now and forever will, but I will never forget her. My love for her then and now remains the same. It is my love, which will keep her memories alive.
We inhale and exhale. We are young and get old. Life is meant to have a beginning and an end, and today I reflect on that.
Life: Crossed Out and Rewritten 