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Ramblings on Death and Images from Peru

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Peruvian Macaw Parrot
A Macaw in Urubamba, Peru.

People die. People you love will die. YOU will one day die.

Not a revolutionary thought, nor overly insightful, yet something we tend to forget from day to day.

You can even be prepared for a death, and then when it actually happens, it totally catches you off guard.

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In memory of Connie

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Well, it’s not Monday, but it’s surely a day for remembering…

This one is dedicated to my wonderful Aunt Connie, who sadly passed away today, way too young to leave this world. I really had a special place for Connie in my heart, and I’m not going to lie, this one’s a tough one.

I really attribute a lot of my traveling spirit to Connie. With her and my Aunt Peggy I took my first journey abroad to Europe, learned of all her many travels around this big ol’ world and I then knew, that I too would follow in her footsteps. She had the travel bug, and passed that on to me.

And that brings us to now, me in Chile, so far from home, not able to make it back to say goodbye and be with my family. I knew before I moved here that this was inevitable. Death is inevitable. I knew it all, but I’m not going to lie, when it happens, for lack of a better way to say it, it really sucks.

So I go back to a phlog I did not so long ago, which I wrote when two close to me were suffering from loss. Now I find myself in their position…

Life is for living

7/31/10
“Life cannot be cut off quickly. One cannot be dead until the things he changed are dead. His effect is the only evidence of his life. While there remains even a plaintive memory, a person cannot be cut off, dead. And he thought, ‘It’s a long slow process for a human to die. We kill a cow, and it is dead as soon as the meat is eaten, but a man’s life dies as a commotion in a still pool dies, in little waves, spreading and growing back toward stillness.’” -John Steinbeck, To a God Unknown

 

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